Fever Dream Novels & Stories

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

Perspiration escaped on my face as the same pictures came into my head, in my dream. I gasped out repeatedly as my head slipped from right then left. My eyes opened up widely. I sat upright as the breathing came out heavily. Gosh! It's morning. I tugged into my hair, wiped the balls of sweat on my forehead then I moved down to the bathroom silently as my roommates were still on bed. We were six in the room with three bunk bed attached to each angle of the room. The ceiling fan made the noise silently, and the morning cock crows loudly.

I glanced at the thermometer: 120 degrees. I had a fever. Great! Exhausted, I collapsed onto my bed, letting the darkness cradle me as I drifted into sleep. In the grip of a vivid dream, I found myself in a sunlit room filled with laughter. My mother was there, looking healthier than I had seen her in years. Beside me, a small cradle rocked softly, the rhythm syncing with the heartbeat of the child within me. I almost cried out of happiness.

She noticed a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead, and the temperature of his skin beneath her hand seemed to be rising. "Lucas!" she called out. However, he remained fast asleep, intermittently murmuring, "No... No... Coco... you can't, you absolutely can't..." Coco frowned. What was he dreaming about? What was she doing in his dream to make him say that? But he seemed to be running a fever. The doctor had warned to look out for signs of fever. With that in mind, Coco quickly pressed the nurse call button by the bed and waited for the nurse to arrive.

It was clear that whatever he was experiencing in his dream was causing him great distress. Feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me, I racked my brain for a solution. Then, it hit me. Remembering my mother’s remedy for fever-induced nightmares, I rushed to the kitchen and filled a bowl with cool water. Dipping a cloth into the water, I wrung it out before placing it gently on Declan’s chest, hoping the coolness would soothe his fevered skin.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Fiona had awakened that morning, feverish with arousal from the wild dream of her intense sexual exploration with Colt. Trying not to think about her dreams, she shut her eyes close, trying to shut him out of her mind while trying to fill her head with thoughts of the project she brought back home for the weekend. Her body was filled with intense longing and urgency for a climax. She was plagued by feverish dreams of Colt and her making love at the office with files scattered all around.

His breath hitched. We fed each other in turns. No words. Just quiet touches, shared glances, the soft sounds of eating and breathing. When the plate emptied, Darius set it aside and pulled me against his side. Caelum mirrored him on my other flank. I rested my head on Darius's shoulder, reached for Caelum's hand again. "I dreamed," I said quietly. "While the fever burned. I saw fire. Not normal fire. It came from inside me. It wanted out."

Yara said and went in Dream's room. "Sweety, wake up. Breakfast is ready." Yara said tapping Dream's shoulders. "Sweety..." Yara said again. Dream slowly opened her eyes. "Wake up, your dad cooked for us and it's really delicious." Yara said smiling. "Ok..." Dream said lazily and rose up from bed. Yara furrowed her forehead. "What's the matter? Are you sick?" Yara asked while touching Dream's forehead to check if she has a fever. "I'm ok, Mom." Dream said and walked out first. Yara sighed because she knew the reason why her neice is acting like that.

"Alexa, we are not those kinds of people, how could you even think that? First of all, what made you think that we will do something like that to you when you're not even in a conscious state?" "My body hurts, it's so painful" I mumbled, gripping the sheets tightly. Dominic ruffled my hair affectionately. "Don't worry, I'll get you some painkillers, you'll be fine, last night you had a high fever last night, maybe that's why, you are feeling pain." "A fever?" I looked surprisingly at him. "Why so sudden?" Dominic leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. "Remember last time I told you that the dream of yours is a sign of your wolf awakening?"