Maladaptive Daydreaming Stories Novels & Stories

But I didn’t want to learn it since I had no powers. I tried to interact with what I was seeing, throwing a punch and even trying to kick the woman, but it was like I was a ghost in this dream. I hate feeling useless. I feel that way when I’m awake since I’m the human in the pack. And now I’m useless even in my dreams. So annoying.

“What? What does that even mean?” The doctor folded his arms across his chest, thoughtful. “It’s rare. Sometimes, it’s called Delusional Memory Imprinting. It usually appears after trauma to the brain. The mind can’t stand empty spaces, so it fills the gaps… not with facts, but with long-standing fantasies. The brain mistakes them for real history.” I shifted in my chair. “You mean… he’s making things up?”

Elle POV. “Tell me a story” I whisper over the phone, tonight was one of the worst nights ever, I had several nightmares back to back, I woke more than once but I managed to get back to sleep, but the last one was very bad. I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness.

#Day 5 Tick tock, tick tock time goes on, but my life is stuck, my brain always going through a turmoil of emotions and storm of bitter memories, but my life has come to a stand still, you know why is that, because no matter how many storm comes, you still stand in the middle of it completely unaffected and rooted to your place, like a fucking stubborn leech, sucking my life out of me. ................................................. #Day 6 Today I looked myself in the mirror, I have wide black shadows under my eyes, I am loosing weight at the rate which will make me extinct from the face of Earth within a month or two. I am alive on sleeping pills which will put me to sleep to give way to

Ella’s POV I was having a nightmare. Well, it wasn’t a nightmare exactly but more of a memory. Everyday in the morning before I wake up, I would always have one of the memories of my one on one sessions with alpha Grey. Sometimes even beta Sam. I believe that’s called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, although in my case it’s not really post traumatic as much as continuing traumatic torturing disorder.

Amada does not want to wake up to face the bitter, harsh reality of reality. I thought Amada would live peacefully and happily in a dream forever, but then the harsh reality of reality surrounded me. Although not wanting, Amada also had to wake up from the dream, and face the unpredictable reality. Not talking about tomorrow or the future, Right now, at this moment, Amada is having unrelenting anxiety.

Chapter 16 ONARI I stared at the criss cross marks my nails had made on his back. He was snoring. How could anyone sleep off right after sex? Men were super annoying! This was the time I became restless, ideas flowing easily though me. An idea was already forming in my mind. I tapped him lightly on his hand but he didn't budge. I frowned and tapped him harder. He groaned and made to roll over, but I wasn't having any of it.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’

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.

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."