Swapdream Nightmare Novels & Stories

Soon, she drifted off into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with images of a different life. In the morning, Brenda slowly opened her eyes, feeling the softness of the pillow and the warmth of the sheets wrapped around her. She blinked, trying to remember where she was. Then, she turned her head and saw Damien lying beside her, snoring lightly. The memories of last night came flooding back, and Brenda’s heart sank. She had never slept in his room before, let alone make love to him. She sat up and looked around the room, trying to get her bearings. It was a cozy space, with dim lighting and a few posters on the walls. The clock on Damien’s bedside table caught her eye, and she gasped when

I don't want to talk right now. She replied and turned off her phone. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She didn't realize when she fell asleep but she woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. Her body was soaked with sweat as she gasped for breath. She saw Paulo in her dream, thrashing her with a club like he often did. The nightmare had felt so real, it lingered in her eyes, leaving them shadowed with a haunting intensity that refused to fade. The woman broke down into sobs, feeling vulnerable. She missed Dante's warm hugs. She felt protected in his embrace.

Sitting cross-legged not far away from the Crazy Crone, his consciousness sank in. As expected, the blooming speed of that lotus in this place had obviously accelerated. As a result, golden pollen fell once again. ‘Great Nightmare Spell!’ Alex had acquired a new mystic art. The Great Nightmare Spell was a great dream that allowed someone to enter a nightmare or leave a nightmare. It could also allow one to enter someone else’s dream and influence their minds to dream according to their own will. ‘This... is too awesome, isn’t it?’ Alex believed the Great Nightmare Spell was a great way to pick up girls.

I splash water on my face and return back to my room, I'm feeling a little dizzy, and my heart won't relent, it's beating faster, I swear I'll do anything to wipe this incident from my memory, I just have a nightmare where I fell in the water and how I struggled desperately to swim out but I couldn't, I couldn't. I hugged my pillows tighter as I shot my eyes. "Chris? Are you alright?" Fred walk in uninvited and sat on the bed. I quickly release the pillows and stare awkwardly at him. "No am fine, just a little tired." I lied. "If you are tired you don't hug pillows like your life depended on it." He sigh, "please tell me what's wrong." He put his hands on my shoulder making me look at him. I

Swoosh! I released the final threads of space-time magic. When Drex opened his eyes again, the world would be different. I would be back in my own dimension, and he would wake up in his apartment, trapped in a loop that had reset to the morning—a morning where the memory of an assistant manager named Elea Jemimia would slowly fade from the minds of everyone around him. Only in the quietest depths of his heart might he continue to wonder about the elf who had briefly graced his life. Farewell, Drex.

She chuckled humorlessly, “So if there is anything you think can help then I will appreciate if you told me about it.” My mind instantly drifted to Adamaris but she isn’t available for the next week. “I’m sorry we caused you this much trouble.” I said softly, “But I don’t know how we can help. If we figure out anything then we’ll let you know.” She bit her lip for a second, “My son is having nightmares.” Evan shot her a dark look but she ignored him, “He wakes up at the same time every day crying but he can never remember what the nightmares are about. There has to be something that you think can help.”

I attempted to place the glass on the table, but he stopped me and took it from me so I didn't have to stretch. “Do you remember this place?” he asked. I tried not to allow my eyes to wander. Of course, I remember, why won't I? This is a place that holds many memories of us. “It has so many memories of us.” He continued. I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I don't want to remember those times which I once thought were the good times. But I do. However, I couldn't separate the memories from the naive girl. I still have nightmares of that day, the day his stepfather died.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w