Passive Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

Weeping to fatigue Naitee dose off into deep slumber full of crazy nightmares. . . . . . . . . . . . .

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, immediate sleep. In his nightmare, he stood in an endless void. On each finger of his outstretched hands, he balanced a glowing orb. Each orb contained a swirling galaxy, teeming with life. As he watched, horrified and mesmerized, one orb slipped from his grasp. It didn’t fall; it unmade. The galaxy within winked out of existence without a sound, as if it had never been. A profound, cosmic grief filled him.

I know he has hurt me badly but today the pain in his eyes was too much. ____________________ NEXT NIGHT: Pathetic Slut Worthless Waste of space Waking up with a gasp, I took greedy gulps of air. Frantically looking around the room, I tried to look for them but there was no one. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Another sleepless night. Sitting against the hardboard of the bed, a lone tear escaped my eye. These nightmare has been my never-leaving companion. No matter how much I try to forget everything but they just come back. And the confession of Xavier has been haunting my senses.

My breathe itch heavily when I turned to him all smiled plastered on his face. "It's okay, Riani..." he said huskily. He mentioned my name a second time, but it still sounded strange to me. It felt soothing, but whenever I glanced at him, the cold breeze of wind seems whispering something. It was like these endless nightmares are haunting me, and I can't count how many times it visits me. But there's always someone who's bugging me—those pairs of eyes that it resembles, Alforo. I just don't know where. And it made me so stiff when another day he's around.

He got on the table and set the table to run for two hours; once the massage table was set up, Jeremy put on the reruns of the Addams Family to wind down before bed. Once the hydro massage table finishes its cycle, Jeremy goes to bed and falls asleep pretty quickly. As Jeremy fell asleep, he again had the nightmare of his hit. As the nightmare continued, the more intense, the more natural the nightmare became. The voice of the linebacker was a bit distorted, once words came out of the linebacker, " Welcome to the pros, Rook." Jeremy woke up violently, drenched and sweating. " What the Fuck is going on " Jeremy proclaims as he jolts up from the nightmare. Jeremy, shaken by the vivid nightmare