House Falling Apart Dream Novels & Stories

IVY'S POV. The radiator coughed like an old dog dying in the corner. I opened my eyes to an identical cracked ceiling with a water stain resembling a broken wing. For three weeks, this flat had been my coffin cheap plywood coffin, paper-thin walls, lock that never felt locked enough. My heart was spinning, and I didn’t know why. Dreams scraped at the inside of my head: red snow, a man’s voice saying my name as if a curse, the snap of something that should never bend that far. I sat up, sweat cold on my spine. The sheets reeked of detergent and fear. I could not recall the face in the dream, only the sensation teeth at my throat, inevitability. I swung my legs to the floor. The wood was stick

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.

Someone who would see past my station in life and love me for me. I didn't give up on my dream, even though it seemed impossible. I knew that someday, I would find my mate. And when I did, I would never let anyone bring me down again. As I stumbled back to my room, I felt as though my dreams had been shattered. The hope of meeting my mate at the ball had been torn from me in an instant, leaving me feeling utterly defeated. The tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I collapsed onto my bed, feeling as though I had hit rock bottom.

Raisa jumped in shock, she sat up and found Arka no longer beside her. Her daughter Anya was still fast asleep. “Oh my God! Did I just have a dream?” Raisa wondered. She wiped the sweat from her temples. Her vision was still blurry and dull. She had not slept well last night. “Why did the dream feel vivid. But I think it's a reaction to my broken home life,” Raisa muttered in self-pity. She recalled a dream about her husband's infidelity. Just like the one experienced by Raisa's household lately.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

nods his head happily Julian walks around the volcano then goes inside, he can see lava everywhere inside, if he missteps and fall down he will be roasted in the hot magma after spending almost two hours inside the volcano he couldn't find anything inside the volcano so he was about to leave when he suddenly misstepped on the edge and the edge cracked 'Shit' As Julian was falling down he quickly grabbed Chimchar and latched onto a ledge as he was hanging he saw a cave and got queries

She had been unable to leave her bed, unable to face the world outside, and her weariness had pulled her into a restless slumber. As she slept, her dreams twisted into a chaotic and unsettling landscape. Flashes of their heated argument with Chase and the emotional pain it had caused her played in her mind like a relentless storm. Her heart ached with every sharp word he had spoken, and the feeling of betrayal tore at her from within. Suddenly, her dreams took a darker turn, and Jada's peaceful slumber was shattered. She started to experience intense flashes in her mind, vivid and disorienting. Memories and emotions swirled, and she couldn't distinguish between past and present.

Maria’s POV I jolted awake from yet another excruciating dream, my forehead and back drenched in sweat, tears silently streaming down my cheeks. It was the same nightmare that had haunted me every night since that evening two weeks ago-the night I abandoned my husband and son, handing them over to the care of my twin sister. In the dream, Isaac was always crying, sobbing in a way that tore me apart. But worse, he had found the words to call me out. In the dream, he could speak clearly, and what he said was worse than any scream.

“I didn’t ask to be an anchor.” “No one ever does,” Sophia whispered. “But someone has to hold the dream to the ground.” --- The Shared Dream — A Fracture Within the global dreamscape, a ripple of discord spread. Where once the world shimmered with unity, shadows began to gather. Fear, doubt, grief — all the quiet ghosts humanity carried — bled into the resonance. The dream began to waver, edges fraying like fabric under strain. Sophia felt it first — a sharp, discordant pull. Across the void, she saw fragments of nightmare taking form: crumbling cities, firestorms, faces twisted in anger. Human imagination had turned on itself.

I had told him I would not fall apart. I meant it when I said it. I meant it through the evening, through putting the archive fragment away in the desk drawer beside the folded training notes, through washing my face and sitting on the bed and telling myself I was going to sleep. I meant it until approximately the third hour of darkness, when the meaning ran out and the dream started. It was not one dream. It was the same three images rotating. Adrian's face in the main hall, cold and public and final. The bond tearing apart. My own hands pressed to my chest as if I could hold the damage inside.