Weird Dreams Novels & Stories

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.”

Water sprayed around them as they played like kids, splashing and teasing. “Do you ever have weird imaginations?” Alison asked “Like?” Damian asked “I don't know,.. Forget about it maybe I am crazy” Alison shrugged it off Damian went turned towards her and looked at her. “Tell me, I want to hear ” “I used to have dreams, weird dreams. A woman running and calling me Althea, then I also saw a wolf. I don't know honestly just strange stuffs, but lately I have stopped having those dreams. I guess my mind was just stressed and I needed a trip to relax it” Alison explained while Damian watched her and listened to her, she was very pretty.

I was going to force him to say it just to prove I wasn’t crazy. “It was your dream,” he smiled, “You tell me where you took us.” “Us?” Dreyma refused to let me get more than a few feet from her. Huffing I threw my hands up, “You both know I had odd dreams sometimes. So what, he looks mildly like someone I saw in them.” Then I pointed to Sage, “She also had weird dreams and says weird shit all the time. We don’t need to dissect hers and we don’t need to dissect mine.” It was better to leave out the last few days of him clearly not being in my dreams. I still wasn't sure if that had actually happened and I didn't need anyone to think I was going crazy.

but still somehow do. Dreams, dreams make you laugh, cry, fear and gasp. We travel to mystical lands and see monsters, gypsies and fairies and unbelievable creatures we haven't even known before. I personally think and it's a hypothesis that the things we see in our dreams, are nothing but incidences happening in the parallel universes around. Wouldn't it be fascinating? It definitely would. I do remember most of my dreams and that too crystal clear. It's crazy I know, but so am I ; so it's balanced. My dreams have always been this weird compilation of all the genres. Let me introduce you to some of my parallel universe incidences.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

“Do you have any idea what could cause something like that?” “No,” he said, quickly. “I haven’t mentioned it to anyone else, though. I didn’t feel like I should say anything to anyone, but then, it sort of slipped out here today. Most of the dreams were just your regular daily activities, walking through the forest, a day at the zoo, picnic in the park…. All of my dreams are vivid, but the ones with you seemed so real. It’s all really weird.”

He grinned wickedly and leaned in closer to me, our lips less than a centimeter away from each other. The screeching of the alarm clock halted my dream as usual. I woke up in a pool of sweat like I do every night. I was already used to it. I never made it to the end of the dreams, they were always caught in the middle, just when it was starting to get good. I dragged myself out of my bed and stretched, I felt the sting on my buttocks. One strange thing about my dreams was that they were weirdly real, If I was smacked in my dream, I would feel it in real life, one time I got a hickey in my dream, and when I woke up, it was right there and another was that they were always with the same guy, a

Goodness asked again as if he didn't hear when I said I wasn't watching TV the first time he asked. "No I wasn't watching TV," my reply was swift. "I was in my room like I have been saying, thinking about life, shit and dreams." "Dreams? You have dreams?" "Yes! I do have weird dreams and it is getting weirder everyday," I sighed. "Yesterday, I had an awkward dream where I was dreaming inside another dream. In this my odd dream, I saw myself dreaming about being chased by a violent man who had a dagger in his hand. I ran and ran until I saw men dressed in uniforms like the ones that have sworn to protect the lives of every citizen from Nigeria. The men I saw we

The sudden rages, the inexplicable sadness, the energy that sometimes buzzes under my skin like static electricity. “I… I’ve been having strange dreams,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Callis waited, her gaze steady. “Really strange,” I continued, feeling a little vulnerable sharing them. “Like… forests burning. All the trees, just going up in flames. And wolves. Howling, a sound that just chills you to the bone.” I hesitated, then forced myself to say the last part. “And… and sometimes, I see the baby. Not clearly, not like a face, but… a light. A glow. Like the moon, almost.”