Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

However, that was immediately followed by deeper irritation and an unexplainable panic. Jake’s relentless pursuit made him deeply uncomfortable, so much so that he began losing sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Morgan’s final look—the hopeless, icy stare she gave him before her figure disappeared into the distance. Sometimes he even dreamed strange, twisted dreams of her entangled with Jake in a foreign country. Each time he awoke, his heart raced, cold sweat soaking his shirt.

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

Since the accident, Tracy's dreams had become a chaotic mess. She usually dreamed whatever Mr. Hayes was dreaming, but she was occasionally interrupted by the dreams of other people whom she had touched that day. Tonight she found herself in a falling dream, wondering when she would hit the ground. The details were sketchy, and she wasn't nearly as worried as she knew she should be. Before she could even see where the ground was, the scenery changed…

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

Then he was gone. I shut the door. The bolt was a joke, the wood splintered. It didn’t matter. The immediate hunt was over. A deep, bone-grinding exhaustion hit me like a physical wave. I didn’t even bother with the cot; I just collapsed onto the thin mattress, and the world went black. The dreams weren’t kind. They were fractures. Glimpses of impossible places. A cathedral of weeping stone under a blood-red sky. A labyrinth of chrome and screaming data. A frozen tundra where the wind carried whispers of dead players. High-level Instances. Death traps.

“Any new dreams Scar?” Lydia asked genuinely interested in her answer seeing as it was Scarlett’s dreams that led them all where they are today. “I have been having odd dreams lately about the other Universe, things seem different. It’s as if the Scarlett I met a few days ago is different from the one I have been dreaming about these last couple of days.” She said deep in thought like she was still trying to figure out what was what. “That is definitely strange,” Jackson commented enjoying every bite of the pasta Gabriel had made. “Alright, let’s not take Sasha’s spotlight people, one problem at a time,” Gabriel said, his tone of voice was humorous but they all knew he was serious by his bod

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.