Weird Dreams นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh no. I'm not getting drunk again, I don't want any more weird dreams." "What dreams?" Gerald asked, focusing his full attention on her now. "Nothing much. Just these weird dreams I always have, where I'm supposed to be going somewhere but I remain in a spot—it's a nightmare. it just makes me inwardly panic, you know. Then, all of a sudden, this man appears, and I feel completely at ease and completely fine. "It's really weird because it all feels real," she said casually, despite her attention on her laptop. "Did you see his face?"

She asked. “Yeah, weird dreams, though. Very weird,” I shook my head as I recalled everything, including my dream when I napped. “It’s so odd, I usually forget my dreams as soon as I wake up from them but these ones yesterday are really sticking with me.” She hummed, “Do you want to talk about them?”

she eased, with a soft sigh. I took a deep breath closing my eyes, “okay, so what I'm about to say may sound ridiculous or even farfetched, but before you judge me consider the fact that I also believed your… theories too," I finished looking at her carefully. This seemed to intrigue her more, her eyebrows arching momentarily and I knew I had her full attention. "Okay so, I've been having these weird, weird dreams, I can’t stress how weird they are." "How weird?" she asked like she hadn’t heard my last sentence.

ADAIRA ** I had weird dreams. Dreams of wars and death that seemed more like memories I have lived through or will live through in the future. In every one of these dreams, I saw a different version of me, with white hair and white eyes. I saw my grandmother again, she was warning me to hurry, telling me that we were running out of time. I tried to ask her questions but I could not do so in my dream, it was like there was a barrier between us and she kept being pulled away from me and out of my reach.

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

"It can be a great way to explore your subconscious mind and get in touch with your deepest thoughts and desires," the officer says. "You might even start to notice that certain things trigger certain dreams. For example, if you read a scary book before bedtime, you might have a nightmare. Or if you eat spicy food, you might have vivid, colorful dreams. Have you noticed anything like that?" he asks. "Sebastian" thinks back on his recent dreams, and realizes that there is a pattern.

the lady asks. I stay silent but Ethan growls which made the hairs on my nape of the neck stand. I reply in a low tone, “I dream about woods. They are on fire and a girl, who is running away from there but someone drags her back. I was 14 when I had such dreams but now I have them every single night.” I wake up all sweaty in the bed, like someone poured a bucket full of water over me.” I cry. “Have you ever encountered a weird stranger ever?” the lady asks seriously.

Body shaking and drenched in sweat, he glanced around the dark, empty room. “It was just a dream,” he whispered, trembling. “Thank the gods. Just a dream.” The same dream again. He'd had this dream for months now. He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Why do I keep having such a scary nightmare?” It terrified Emeriel a lot. A Urekai? No one in this world prayed to meet a Urekai in their lifetime. Certainly not Emeriel. Yet, even with all the terror inside, the hotness of the dream lingered in his body. His feminine core felt different. Wet. What does this mean?

"Should warn you, though. Sometimes...my dreams become real life." "Really." Jessi snickered. "Yeah. No kidding." Kel sounded even more serious now. "It's usually the dreams that make sense, or have a lot of realistic details. Then when it happens for real, it's like the weirdest kind of déjà vu." "Interesting." "My brain's just that weird sometimes." Kel sighed shortly. "Anyway, just be careful. 'Cause he seems like a nice guy, but could also be a ladies' man, y'know? Just gives off that vibe."

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.