Novel & Cerita Haunted By Dreams

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

“I of course, disagreed to go with him. I would rather die than help that man. So he left angrily. That was when it began, my haunting dreams that is.” “Excuse me for cutting you off,” The doctor said, raising his hand. “You already had haunting dreams, didn’t you?” “I did, but they were about my father. These time, I am having dreams about people I don’t know about. I dream of their blood splattered on the floor, I hear screams and I feel their pain every time. I do not know if it is one person or several, as I do not see a body. At times I see flashes, but not enough for me to know their gender.”

Something I can’t give to her, but Silas could. My eyes fluttered open, the remnants of a haunting dream lingering in my mind. A sense of foreboding gripped me as I tried to shake off the disorienting fog that clung to my thoughts. The dream, vivid and unsettling, had taken me to a place of imagined fears and insecurities, casting a shadow over my waking moments.

She sighed, "All I recall is waking up to find you next to me. Was there an accident that I can't remember?" Furthermore, Lana was haunted by recurring dreams of a man dressed in white. His face, always out of focus, eluded her grasp in the dream world. She would reach out, but he would always slip away. This left her in a wakeful state, her heart aching with a mysterious pain that refused to fade with the morning light.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

She turned off her uptight personality and swapped it with that of a regular bubbly teenager. “ It sorta reminds me of a neighbor I had back at home. A woman had three children. Her husband, well we never heard of a husband. One day, her children had an accident. On their way to school, there was a collision with another car and all three of them died. She couldn't bear the pain so she committed suicide, slot her wrists, and died too. No voodoo involved but everybody thinks her house is now haunted because of the number of deaths.” The poor woman was buried beside her children. It takes strength to continue living after a thing as that happens. In Dee's case, it is slightly different but the

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.

"Tell me everything about your dreams." He raised his brows nonchalantly and clasped his hands. "There's nothing much that really happens. It just the girl has red hair and she appears in different places. That's all." "And what about the part when you feel her presence?" Charles stayed quiet, before answering he cleared his throat. "I don't know. I don't want to believe she's a ghost. I want to know if she really exists. So give me an exact meaning to my dreams."

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

Did I wake her? "Sorry," I mutter, my voice raw and strained from all the mental breakdowns I've had this week. I haven't been able to sleep—well more like I force myself to stay awake as long as I possibly can. Afraid of all the nightmares that haunt me as soon as my eyes fall heavy and my mind fades into unconsciousness. Afraid to relive the horrors of Hayes chasing me and taunting me, only to torture me. Afraid to see Declan's face etched with severe pain as a dark hooded figure tortures him. Afraid to see my mother's cheeks sodden cascading with tears. Afraid to see my greatest fears come to the life in the form of a terrifying dream.