Strange Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

I tell her and she smiles. “Thanks Troy, I needed it too, I’ve been having strange dreams lately that keep waking me up at night.” I arch an eyebrow at her, “What sort of dreams?” “Oh, just some scary looking Viking dude keeps appearing in my dreams, telling me I have a purpose, and to listen to the Gods, it’s really weird. Sometimes he takes me to place on a hill with broken rocks and other times, I’m on a pirate looking ship.” She shakes her head and frown I wonder if Ragnar is speaking to her through her dreams.

I hold the hot chocolate close to my face, feeling the steam warming my nose, and reply, "I haven't been sleeping much." "I didn't sleep much after my mom died." "Did you..." I bite my lip, unsure whether to discuss my unsettling dreams. He smiles with that awkward, closed-mouth smile and nods. Slowly, I try again, "Did you have strange dreams?" "Like nightmares?" "No, just weird dreams," I whisper, looking at my cup. "I tried to research them to see if they meant anything, but I couldn't find any coherent explanation. They feel like déjà vu. Like when you found me in the woods—I was having one of them."

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa

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.

My vision became clear, and I said with a hint of surprise, “Dr. Frost.” I remembered the scene from my dream and felt a flush of awkwardness. I had just been enrolled in college. Before the semester started, a staff member told me that the dormitories were under renovation, so I was assigned to an apartment by the college. Since moving in, I had trouble sleeping and kept having many dreams. My neighbor, Steven Frost, was a psychologist, so I went to his clinic for help. I had not expected to have such an intense dream during the session. When I thought about the dream I had, my face grew warm again.

The soft rustle of the sheets was a lullaby that carried her towards the realm of dreams, where stories unfolded like petals blooming in the sun. With a heart full of love and dreams, Mama Hazel closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards the promise of tomorrow. The night was a canvas upon which new adventures awaited, new characters beckoned, and new tales whispered their secrets in the shadows. In the realm of dreams, Mama Hazel found herself in a world where stories danced and imaginations ran wild. Together with Theo, she embarked on a journey through landscapes of wonder and realms of enchantment, their hearts intertwined in a symphony of love, creativity, and shared dreams.

It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling. Amidst this ethereal scenery, Vihaan encountered strange creatures. They resembled a fusion of mythical beasts and ancient folklore, with wings that shimmered like opals and eyes that held galaxies within. These beings spoke to him in a language of whispers, their words carrying a weight of forgotten knowledge and profound secrets. Vihaan wandered through this dream world, his senses overwhelmed by the beauty and mystique that surrounded him. He felt a deep connection to this realm, as if it held a piece of his soul that had been hidden away.

“But we do have some questions for you.” “Of course, I’m happy to help in any way I can.” Aleksandr nods for me to go ahead and tell his mom about my dreams, but I’m not really sure where to start. “Well, um, I’ve been experiencing some odd things recently…” I trail off still trying to gather my thoughts, but Lis remained quiet and waited for me to explain. “I’ve been having strange dreams. At first, I thought it was just odd coincidences. You know they say dreams are just a result of your brain pulling together information that it has recently processed or things you’ve been thinking about… but the more frequently it is happening, I just can’t help but wonder if something more is going o

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building. Her mother, Bethany Adkins, was shoved down the stairs by debt collectors and left in a vegetative state. In a single night, Melanie found herself abandoned by the world, left wandering the streets with only a few of her belongings. On her third night sleeping in the hospital corridor, Raymond had a falling out with his family. After selling everything of value he owned, he appeared before her with 18 thousand dollars. "Melanie, I'm homeless now, just like you. If you feel sorry for me, could you let me stay by your side?"