Dreamswap Nightmare Novels & Stories

Deep. Dreamless.and safe.

Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building. Her mother, Bethany Adkins, was shoved down the stairs by debt collectors and left in a vegetative state. In a single night, Melanie found herself abandoned by the world, left wandering the streets with only a few of her belongings. On her third night sleeping in the hospital corridor, Raymond had a falling out with his family. After selling everything of value he owned, he appeared before her with 18 thousand dollars. "Melanie, I'm homeless now, just like you. If you feel sorry for me, could you let me stay by your side?"

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

I internally screamed, still breathing heavily. A rivulet of sweat dripped from my nose and landed on my pajama pants, invading the fabric. Taking my sleeve, I wiped the beads of sweat off my face and moved over to my dresser, grabbing the notebook from the bottom of a drawer. I climbed back on my bed and pulled the covers over me, suddenly feeling cold again. Taking the pen out of the spine, I start scribbling the horrifying dream down. I have never not been able to see faces. I wondered what this dream had to do with me.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

The nightmare’s power over me had been broken when Drew came into the room, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t lingering in my mind. “Drew?” “Yeah?” The darkness made it hard to see his expression, but he didn’t sound annoyed that I wasn’t letting him go back to sleep. I drew a deep breath and asked, “What happened when we escaped? I keep dreaming about it. But I was unconscious the whole time. It’s weird, but it’s actually more upsetting than not remembering anything else. I can’t convince myself it’s really over.” “Move the pillow,” Drew said. I blinked at him. “What? Is this an excuse to get two of them, because—”

Promise me that you will talk to your sister tomorrow. Rebel: Sweet dreams, Logan. Dream about me naked, okay? I snort at her flirtatious message and slump my shoulders. "I was actually hoping that I could dream about something else since you're always on my mind, Rebel. Always." After drinking some water, I head to bed, and as I close my eyes, something happens that hasn't happened for years: I experience a nightmare that is related to my past. There is darkness all around me, and then scenes that are true mix with my stress and fear. The result is a hellish nightmare that leaves me drenched in a cold sweat.

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.