House Falling Apart Dream Novels & Stories

It was a long day at work, a typical Monday; it seemed to drag on as the time passed slowly. Mitchell and I sat down together at lunch and spent the entire hour talking about our wives. Their crazy dreams and alter egos had us both believing that in some way they might actually be intertwined somehow. It had only been three days since we all had dinner at mine and Abby's house, but Veda had already had another dream. Mitchell wanted to confide in someone that wouldn't think that his wife was crazy so that only left me. Who else could he talk to, about her dreams, that wouldn't think that she was crazy? If I thought Veda was crazy, I would have to think the same about my Abby. Especially, sin

And their last fight, when she’d told him to get out and she stared after him, alone in the messy apartment. They haven’t spoken in weeks. But she knew she’d be alright. Everything had fallen apart so quickly. So violently. Now the end had come. She drifted into a haunted half-sleep, the suitcase open beside her, the dress laid flat. She dreamt of rain, of cars passing without stopping. Of a father with furrowed brow. Of one older stepbrother. ————- A knock shook her awake. She blinked blearily, mind cobwebbed from exhaustion.

This is the tenth time I've had this dream, each one being more horrific than the last. I close my eyes and slowly regulate my breathing. Beads of sweat roll down my forehead,down my neck. These dreams are a reminder of our massacre. A reminder of how I failed my pack. I let them down. I let my mother down. I open my eyes and step down from my bed and land on the cold floor. I balance myself above the ground with my palms rooted on the ground. With each push and pull motion I make I exhale slowly. “Hey maybe you should stop now” Von says

I had poured my heart and soul into building a life together, only to have it crumble to dust in his cold, callous hands. I remembered my little dream, the one I had held so close to my heart. The dream of a small cottage by the waterfall in the pack, filled with laughter and the scent of fresh bread. The dream of a family, of children with bright eyes and infectious laughter. Now, that dream was nothing but a haunting echo, a cruel reminder of what I had lost. A cold shiver ran down my spine. The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing closer with each beat of my terrified heart.

I reached out, desperately trying to hold on, but the dream slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. And then, I awoke. I found myself back in the sterile confines of the hospital room, the beeping of machines echoing in my ears. But within me, I carried the memory of that vivid dream, the profound connection I had made with my mother. It was a dream that would forever be etched in my heart, a reminder of the strength and love that resided within me, even in the face of adversity.

Bella didn't stop running, she couldn't stop until she came to a dead end, a cliff. Why don't she just end it all right now? Her dreams were shattered with that single video because she wouldn't dare go back to college, how about her part time job? She knows they would have seen that viral video of hers and they'll all be judging her by now, just like those in college and her aunt's husband, even her cousin Jesse feels so ashamed of her, she stared at the cliff below, one jump from this height will end it all, tears flowed down her cheeks as she thought about her dreams if finishing college, get a good job and help out her aunty with some expenses, she had dreamt of getting married and havin

Chelsea would not be able to act arrogantly anymore. Hank fell asleep again very quickly. Jessica could not tell the truth, so she could only hold it in. After finally falling asleep, she kept having nightmares. She dreamed of Sonny being hurt after being kidnapped by bad people. His legs were crippled, and he was thrown to beg on the streets. After that, she dreamed that her family was dead and that their corpses were lined up in a row… … Rumbling thunder was heard as spring rain poured down on earth. Serenity was awakened by the sound of thunder.

The parallels were undeniable, and I couldn't help but question just how unusual this dream really was. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, revealing a heartbreaking truth. This dream, this prison, those piercing eyes... they were all directly related to Alpha Jax. The realization shattered my heart into a million pieces, as if the ground had been ripped out from under me. I had believed in our love, in him, but now it all seemed like a cruel facade.

“Zeeb, look, I feel you’re forcing meanings into those dreams, finding a bit of closure in them. Everyone has dreams about people they’ve never met. So please—” I lifted my head and stared at the chandelier hanging in the room. The dim light created a serene atmosphere in the dining alcove of my bedroom. The setup should have been almost perfect, but it only highlighted how far my life had strayed from that ideal. Pushing those thoughts aside, I said, “I no longer have an appetite. You just don’t get it, Heather. The woman from my dream is in distress; I can feel it. It’s driving me to the edge, knowing I can do nothing but watch.” She didn’t understand the dilemma I was in right now. To her

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.