Weird Dreams Novels & Stories

I responded as I shook my head still in disbelief as I let out a little laugh. Honestly, just how could he think such lies would work on me? I held my laugh as I noticed my father demure was cold,“ Hmm anything else, he said to try to convince you?” he asked. “ I didn't even let him speak, as I was already having strange images pop right up my head from the weird dreams I usually have, so l left before he could even say anything else.” “Wait, what weird dreams ?” Ohh shit, I shouldn't have said that, I had never told Father about those dreams as I never wanted to appear weak to him.

Hell, even my heart was beating rapidly. I can remember my first night here. I had a dream similar to this, and I just can't understand why I keep having these weird dreams. Just like before, it felt so real. Like I am actually the girl in the dream, and now, I wake up to find myself crying. What the hell is happening to me? I wasn't the girl, and yet I wake up crying like the girl… It just doesn't make sense to me. 'This could actually be your lost memory coming back to you through dreams, you know?' Rex chips into my head, and I scoff.

And Gaia does mean it, but I arch a brow, doubting even she can fix this. “I’ve been having these weird dreams…” I begin hesitantly. “There are people I don’t know, yet in my dreams, they act like they know me, like they care about me. It doesn’t make any sense.” I trail off, watching Gaia closely. Her gaze sharpens in a way that makes me uneasy, like she knows I’m not telling her everything. I don’t even know how to say the real thoughts that are lurking in the back of my mind.

The ability to see the future through my dreams was something I never asked for, but it was a reality I had to live with to it. At first, I dismissed it as mere coincidence, but as time went on, I realized that my dreams were indeed a glimpse of what was to come. It was a scary thought, especially since most of the events I saw were tragic and heartbreaking. I remember one particular dream where I saw a son killing his father for insurance money. The details were so vivid that it felt like I was watching a movie. The next day, I saw the same news on the TV, and it was the same scenario that I had seen in my dream. It was chilling to see the events unfold before my eyes, and it left me feelin

Shaking myself, I stopped overanalyzing them and got into the shower. Ken and I have been going strong for two weeks now. We're working out together when I say, "Dude, I've been having some wild dreams." "Like what?" "Wild, like cannibalism." "Well, you know dreams aren't usually literal but symbolic." "I get that, but these dreams are vivid and rational." "Cannibalism is rational?" I laugh, "That came out wrong. What I mean is that these dreams aren't all over the place. They're so rational that they seem real. Every time I wake up, I feel it truly happened."

"He doesn't seem like the type. He seems eager to please you. Maybe you've just never noticed, but he's been paying attention to you for a while." "Yvonne, I've been feeling really strange lately. I've been having dreams that don't seem to belong to me. I haven't experienced any of it, yet they appear in my dreams as if they were real. And him..." Nina looked at Wilfred, "I think I've seen him in my dreams." "What kind of dreams?" Yvonne asked. "I dreamt I was locked in a dark room," Nina recalled. "It was so dark and terrifying, like I'd been there forever. There was a boy with me, telling me stories to comfort me. When I tried to see him clearly, I woke up."

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

All at once, the moon turned back to normal, and the forest was left looking untouched, like nothing ever happened. I wake up in a cold sweat. My room is dark, and the tv had turned itself off while I was napping. I recal the dream I just had, which has to be the number one thing on the list of the strangest things that have happened to me. I'm still rattled by what the man said to me. His eyes remain at in the foreground of all my thoughts, the image now glued into my brain. Did my dream mean something? Should I talk about it with someone?

You told me about them and I promised to always be there for you to protect you. I knew what I was talking about, one of my biggest fears. And I had several. Sometimes I had sleep paralysis, it was horrible not being able to move you, I felt like I would be trapped. I told Jay about it, I remember well what I told him: I'm afraid of being trapped in one of my dreams...I mean, in one of my nightmares. I'm afraid of going to sleep and not waking up afterwards. I'm afraid of not knowing if I'm living a reality or if it's all a figment of my imagination. I have many fears.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”