House Falling Apart Dream Novels & Stories

I had never been one to attach meaning to dreams but this nightmare was exceptional. Demi and I were in it, together on a field enjoying the bright skies and soothing spring breeze but that was all shattered when the earth beneath us began to crack, all attempts to stick together were to no avail as the ground separated pulling us to opposite sides with a huge ditch between us and then before my very eyes, a huge mammoth bird descended, gripping her with its claws and flying away with it leaving me no room to save my mate. I woke up with a banging headache, my head felt like it was being split into two and my eyes ached with moisture clouding them.

Climbing in bed I try to sleep, but my mind is stuck, stuck between wishing I hadn't stopped Marcus, and then worried about Katy, what did they fall out over that caused her to run? An hour passes by as my mind wanders until I become too exhausted to keep my eyes open, the dreams are vivid, I feel like I am crying in my sleep, my body shaking. Why am I having dreams now? Why are they showing me Jackson and Marcus locked up and getting hurt? I don't sleep well, I try to wake up from the dreams but struggle to, so they plague me all night, waking up it is morning, and my eyes are soaked from the tears, so I was crying.

Two-thirty-four in the morning. I’ve been up since one, trying to go back to sleep, trying to pretend I didn’t just have yet another dream about Jackson. Only this time, it was part reality. It was us in the kitchen again, except in my dream, he didn’t move away when I arched into him. Instead, he spun me around so quickly I became dizzy, and barely noticed him tearing my leggings down until he was ripping my panties off.

"And I am telling you one more time that you need to reconsider. The pack is falling apart and she is the reason why." "The pack is falling apart because people are cowards and they would rather run than fight." My mother sat down across from me and her expression was serious in a way that made me uncomfortable. "I have been having dreams." "What kind of dreams?" "Prophetic dreams. The same one every night for the past week." I did not like where this was going but I let her continue. "In the dream I see Soraya standing in the main hall and she is covered in blood. There are bodies everywhere and the whole place is destroyed, when I look closer I see you lying on the ground and she is standi

I stood up too. “Do you even know what a childhood dream is?” she screamed, unleashing all her fury on me. If I’d gotten any closer, she might’ve hit me. “I’ll tell you.” She climbed halfway onto the table, her voice trembling with rage. “When you dream of your dad dancing at your wedding—that’s a childhood dream!” she shouted. “And do you know what happens to childhood dreams?” Her voice turned bitter. “They vanish. You know why?” she continued, now standing and yelling. “Because your dad dies suddenly.” She realized what she’d said and sank back into her chair. Then she started crying—something I’d never seen her do before.

The possibility that my family’s death wasn’t an accident. My future depended on discipline,on choosing ambition over desire. I repeated that to myself as I hung my apron, stocked pastries, cleaned tables, over and over until my mind finally settled. But that night, when I lay down under my thin blanket, exhaustion pulling at my bones, something unexpected happened. I dreamed, Not of fire. Not of Liam’s cries. Not of the crash, But of him. The stranger.

"And what?" "It just scares me, that's all. When your grandmother dreamt of the flood, all she saw were muddied floors and a drop of rain. And those were in two different dreams. Her own mother dreamed of a failed assassination attempt. By dreamt I mean she saw a knife falling to the floor. Nothing else." Her gaze held mine. "Do you see the difference?" I did. Immediately. Those were moments. Snapshots. Pieces. My dreams weren't. The realization settled slowly in my chest.

Never mind that I have a valid reason for not wanting to have kids with her. Never mind that the reason is about her. I’ll just wait until Elena comes back begging for forgiveness. I head to our bedroom and just sleep, turning my back to her side of the bed. It bothers me that it’s cold and I’m alone, but the exhaustion of taking care of Mira finally catches up to me and I fall asleep. But the exhaustion seems to have led to weird dreams too. In my dream, I’m standing at the edge of a cliff and a little girl is hanging onto dear life below me, screaming.

He had shown me that in the face of professional ambition, our shared dreams were expendable. I walked out of the study, leaving him in the sterile glow of his laptop, the silence of the apartment pressing in on me. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if I were walking through thick mud. The cheerful paintings on the walls, the comfortable furniture we’d chosen together, the scent of coffee that usually filled the air – it all felt alien, a stage set for a play that was now ending with a tragic, unscripted scene. The promise, once a warm, guiding light, had been extinguished, leaving me adrift in a chilling darkness. The unraveling wasn't a gradual process; it was a sudden, violent tear

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"