Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

I’m trying to calm my heart, but it’s not working. I can see the woman closing the distance quickly between us, the wide open barn door that I didn’t even notice being opened behind her letting moonlight pierce the dark room. She’s wrapping her hand around my arm as my resolve crumbles and everything is disappearing. I can barely make out her features through the dream distortion. Her eyes come through though, shining yellow and filled with rage and purpose. They bore into me, and make my soul shiver. “Run away from the pain and back to your master. You have three days before your mark will kill you.” Were the last haunting words floating through my mind as I forced out of my dream.

**MELODY** This morning when I got off of work and tried to rest before I had to go back and help my parents patrol, I had these dreams. Crazed dreams that vampires don't normally have. A dream of wolves running and then shimmering. It was crazy and blew my mind. I could feel the excitement and anticipation to move closer and get a better look.

Months where I almost drove myself mad with the thoughts of her, months where my mind and body had decided to taint me with gruesome dreams about the one person I seemed to care the most about. If I was being honest, I had a love and hate relationship with the dreams I'd been having in the last couple months. Yes, thr majority of them usually ended up with her leaving me or dying in one gruesome way or the other, it still gave me the chance to see her. It was deranged of me to think that way, but could you blame me? Maybe. Just a little bit. But it didn’t matter, because none of it mattered. I tore through villages, interrogated strangers, burned down outposts, destroyed everything and every