Weird Dreams Novels & Stories

I cried holding him tight right now he is my saviour the only person I can cry unto I don't know why but I find my self holding him even closer and I felt save around him. "It okay you will be fine" he said treating me like well and my heavy breath was becoming stable. I normally have bad dreams most nights especially if the light was off because I am afraid of darkness but why did I have to have such terrible dreams during day time. This dream is worst and scary compare to the rest of my dreams. My dreams are so horrible that I find it hard to sleep at night always scared of what the next dream might be. Most times I wonder why I always have to dream about animals and Werewolves they are al

But that’s not even the weirdest thing, what’s odd about the whole situation the weirdest thing is I’ve been having these dreams since before I knew you? “I think we should tell him,” Kor says. “What would that even do?” I ask her as I feel his fingers dip into my hair. “Maybe it was a vision,” Kor says. “A vision? What are we? Psychic?” I sigh. “And a vision of what? The past? Because it was us but it also wasn’t Kor,” I tell her. “I don’t know Adea,” she mumbles. “I’m not mad at you Kor, I just don’t know how to tell him or anyone for that matter about my dreams. I just need more time…”

“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

He seems to be watching me suffer. "Nightmares are scary, sometimes you can't sleep because of it," Max said, he was stunned outside the window and seems thinking about something. “My dreams are weird, why do I dream about vampires, wolves, and anything else,” I said."What's going on in your dreams?" he asked and I tried remembering my dreams. “There are strangers who want to kill me, sometimes men are showing up that I don’t know,” I replied. I can't remember some dreams very well, I'm also forgetful. He still looked outside and seemed to be understanding my dreams.

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

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."

“Back when my parents were still alive, I used to have these weird dreams. It was almost like I was experiencing someone else's memories. They were unclear and very vague—sometimes they were just plain weird. At one time, I had a dream where I was staring at the night sky. Another time, it was a dream about me hunting. Sometimes it would just be me crying the whole time. I felt the sadness, the joy, and the excitement, and every single dream felt like I was right there experiencing what was happening. I couldn’t understand what it was, and I couldn’t figure out why it was happening to me. Among the werewolves in our family, I was special; I was stronger, faste

He must even know where my mother is right now. I would face him immediately and demand to know her whereabouts. Nothing else mattered. I didn't bother putting the contents back inside the case. I got a hold of the staff, but as my hands grazed the strange objects surrounding it, something resembling live electricity passed though my finger tips and raced into my veins as warmth infused my entire being. It moved from my fingers and swept to other parts of my body, making me sweat profusely. I got up and made to walk to the door, but dark spots began to dance in front of my eyes and I felt terribly weak and dizzy.

That was bound to cause some inner turmoil, right? Two: my mother probably thought I was dreaming about becoming a doctor and wanted me to take that into consideration when choosing what I was going to college for, and that’s why she acted like a crazy person when I mentioned dreams. It was weird enough to know that my mom thought dreams were some kind of vision, because as far as I knew, her beliefs were very… non-existent. She has never believed in ghosts, paranormal things, not even God. I didn’t really either, but I had always wished the proof was there that they did exist. And three: I couldn’t avoid sleeping forever. While I had been sleeping okay the last few nights, I had a weird sen

I bent down slowly to pick the dirt and it was so real, one would thinkI was actually outside with my bedpost but it had to be a dream because there was no way I would get kidnapped with my bed post and not realize it. Installs I felt a prick on My chest as it was slowly hurting very gradually and I was beginning to feel heat emanate from there. I pulled off my shirt and saw my scare was slowly flowing on its own. I had not touched it but it was glowing and it scared me. It had to be a dream. It had to be a dream! Dreams have long been a source of fascination amongst werewolves and the mystery has been attributed to many things, often serving as a window into our subconscious minds.