House Falling Apart Dream Novels & Stories

He just did not know it yet. Instead of cooperating in secret, I might as well put my cards on the table. The light that had just returned to Miles’s eyes dimmed again. “Oh... right. Right.” He lowered his head and mumbled as he took out his phone. “Yeah. I’m this dumb, so of course you’d have to go to Victor in the end.” The corners of his eyes reddened. His voice was muffled, carrying a childish kind of grievance. I was helpless. I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again.

The hairline fracture that changed the whole structure. I fell asleep before I expected to. The dreams were different than usual. No burning house. No little girl alone in a field. Just a kitchen that smelled like something I couldn't name, and two kids sitting on a counter, and my mother's voice running commentary on everything. I let it run.

When I was a kid, I utilized to have this bad dream. It was one of those repeating terrible dreams that remains with you for a long time a while later, in some cases indeed a long time. It’s one of those dreams where I’m flying—you know the kind, where it’s nighttime, and you’re taking off through the discuss tall over the treetops and buildings underneath, either careless to the world underneath you or essentially as well misplaced in the experience to care. It continuously happens the same way: There I am, weightless, opposing gravity, my pack, and all societal traditions as I float on a wind current. It’s as it were after I’ve floated distant from civilization and come to float miles and

Not like a ghost from my past. But like someone standing in front of me, fully present. Broken, rebuilt, and real. I thought about those dreams. The ones I’d convinced myself were nightmares born from trauma. But maybe they weren’t nightmares at all. Maybe they were memories of a connection I didn’t understand yet. Memories of him. And Harley wasn’t a nightmare. He was starting to look like a dream. A really, really good one. “What happens…” I whispered, barely able to get the words out, “if I fall?”

Dominic who hadn't picked Piper up since their breakup, who said he'd come for her when he had time. She'd forgotten to get Piper. The thought scraped at her mind like sandpaper. She tucked the phone away. The afternoon stretched thin. The sky darkened, blood - red bleeding through clouds. That night, sleep was fire. The dream ripped her under — no calm descent, only flames. A city burning. Ash falling like snow. Shadows where people used to be. Buildings tumbling like toys. In the center stood a girl, barefoot in the soot. Her white dress stained red at the hem.

I laughed hysterically, tears blinding me. “I suffered my whole childhood!” I screamed. “I begged for food at the orphanage! I couldn’t sleep like other children. I always dreamed about an accident..about blood and screaming of a woman calling my name! I always wondered who they were. Till I got to the Grey mansion that dream stopped.” My voice cracked completely. “And all this time… it was real. That fucking dream was all real?” I looked at him..my husband, my love, that was built on lies.

"You fainted again. Are you feeling okay?" Rita shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I had a dream. It felt so real." Jaden's brows furrowed with worry. "What did you dream about?" In a hushed tone, Rita recounted the vivid images that had played out in her mind – the dangerous cliff, the little boy in peril, her desperate attempt to save him that ended in her own fall. Her voice quivered as she spoke, the dream's intensity still fresh in her mind.

I saw an advertisement on a secondhand marketplace app that someone was giving away an unused stroller for free, pickup only. The address was in a wealthy neighborhood across town. I secured my daughter against my chest in a baby carrier, spent two hours changing buses, then walked for another half an hour under the scorching sun before finally reaching the small mansion. I was drenched in sweat, and my daughter was so hot she started wailing. The seller was a woman about my age, with the refined air of someone who had been pampered her whole life. She studied my miserable state, her voice laced with both disdain and pity. "You came all the way from Eastside? And you're planning to

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

CHAPTER 17 After falling asleep he fell prey to some terrifying dreams. He came woke up well past midnight, trying to shake a vision of a gigantic demon, monstrosity crashing through the house on which he was a mate. At the sound of Matendechere screaming and the house falling down on them with a loud thud, heavy stones falling on them and crushing his fingers.