Nightmares And Dreamscapes Novels & Stories

With a sigh that felt like it carried the weight of a world I no longer understood, I let myself drift into unconsciousness. Sleep didn't offer any solace. My dreams were a chaotic mess, like someone had smashed a kaleidoscope, and what remained were shards of colored glass cutting into my psyche. Grotesque monsters, faces distorted by malevolence, chased me through landscapes that defied the laws of physics and reason. Twisted alleyways led to open skies, which then morphed into bottomless pits. Nothing was stable. Every fleeting glimpse of reality was immediately replaced by another layer of impossibility, making me question my sanity.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

They eventually die and a new Ma Vista is born. If the new Ma Vista is a boy he will start to have nightmares when he is 15. If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year.’

said Astrid, realizing that Dahlia had given obvious instructions. The opposite of nightmares was a sweet dream with a lullaby. Edmund was right. The Nightmares didn't consume magic energy to enlarge its body and strength. They feed on human fear. That's why they had a frightening form to terrorize their prey. The more fearful the target was, the more food The Nightmares would consume.

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

My face remained blank with my eyes still locked on yours. "How did nightmares became different with dreams when they both happens in my dream?" You let out a small laugh while I remained silent, seriously waiting for an answer. "Alright. Nightmares are dreams, but bad dreams. And bad dreams never come true. Only the good ones, hm?" "Bad dreams are still dreams. There's a possibility that they may come true as well." "Oh, baby, come on." You let out another chuckle as you pulled me into an another hug. You started to rub my back again, but this time it was a little faster than earlier.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

This is a dream. The world rippled around me and Vance hissed. “Stop it,” he seethed, going back to lick my neck. I was doing something. What? I didn’t know. I was thinking about how this was a dream. Dream, dream, dream. Or nightmare, really. The world around me changed, became blurry. This is a nightmare. I repeated the thought over and over and over. The realization seemed to make this place lose its power. I was still in my garage. This was a nightmare. A crazy vivid one, but still, a nightmare.

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?