Dreamswap Nightmare Novels & Stories

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

He asked himself, shaking his head in exasperation. The girl with red hair has been appearing in his dreams. He has never had a chance to see her face. Every time he woke up from the dream, he would feel her presence in his room. It was a strange feeling but a good feeling too. He decided to take a shower because it helped his thoughts flow. He pressed a button, and the shower glass door slid open. He stepped into the shower, and turned the dial. His body tingled as the cold water cascaded down his body. He closed his eyes at the sound of the water plopping down on the ceramic floor. He can't take the picture of the redhead girl out of his mind.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

Dream's POV The morning after Gloss confessed about the system, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every second replayed in my head, the way his voice trembled, the way he looked at me like he’d just handed over a piece of his soul. When I finally fell asleep that night, my dreams weren’t peaceful. They were filled with flashing texts and blue screens that whispered my name, as if the system itself had crawled into my subconscious. When I woke up, my phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. Messages from Adrian, reminders from work, and one notification that froze my breath. It wasn’t from any app I recognized. The letters floated above my screen, shimmering faintly before fading away.

Was it a dream? ***

She sat up on bed with a jerk taking fast breathe. Her whole body is covered with cold sweat . Placing her trembling hand on her wild heart she tried to control her ragged breath. Again that screams . Again she is haunted by that voices. Again that nightmare. Closing her eyes she calm her heart beat. With a long sigh she finally open eyes and darted them onto wall. 6am. "Thank god", she mumble rubbing her face. Thank god she wake up on time. Her eye bangs are evidence that she didn't have a proper sleep. First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I