Weird Dreams Novels & Stories

they say on unison " ok for the last two nights i have been having some weird dreams, where I'm in a field and there is an ancient forest in the distance. Then I notice the biggest wolf I have ever seen in my life emerge from the forest. And something hissing a chant off in the distance, I still have no idea what the chant means. Then I turn to run away. And get attacked by the wolf which rips my arm off" I raised my sleeve and showed them the mark from my first dream " them last night I had the same dream but there were two wolves and they rip me in half" I lifted the bottom of my shirt and winced at the pain that was still there. "Then this morning at breakf

"What's wrong?" Kelly, my best friend asked and I gave her a confused look. "You have been brooding all day" she said, worried laced with her voice. "Its nothing, I just" I hesitated "I had a nightmare last night, a very scary one" "Nightmare?" She laughed "is that what's eating you up? She asked. I looked at her not knowing what to say. "Come on, cheer up. You are 18, don't be scared of nightmares now" she teased "its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so.

I'm asleep almost immediately, sinking down, down, down into the dreamless depths of a heavy sleep. I'm having the strangest dream. Something feels wrong, uncomfortable, but I can't seem to wake up. I'm not sure what it is - I can't quite place it. But - it's so hot. So hot. It's hotter than the Sahara desert, I'm sweating, trickling…

Flat, cold and doesn't talk much. "What brings you here?" said Logan "Listen, during recess. I had a dream!" Alice exclaimed as she took a deep breath. The reason is, lately, every dream is really always related to blood. And it really torments him. "What is wrong?" "I had a dream, that Mitha. Our class. You know that right?" Alice exclaimed looking at Logan

I added as I laugh softly and I don’t even know why I am laughing when there is nothing even funny about. William blinks at me with unsureness behind his eyes, “I don’t also know what’s going on with you and your weird dreams Harrison.” He stands on his feet. “Ever since your coma, you keep seeing women in your dreams and it’s bothering me quite frankly.” My brows knitted instantly, “I am not crazy William.” William groans inwardly, “I’m not saying you are. It’s just that you have eerie dreams about nameless girls. It's like visions about something and now you talk about an island which doesn’t exist on the map.”

It was the strange dreams, the odd whispers I couldn’t quite decipher, and the feeling that something was shifting within me—something bigger than just the life growing inside me. At first, I thought I was imagining things. The dreams were vivid, far more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. Wolves, glowing in shades of silver and blue, danced through the forest in ways I couldn’t understand. Their eyes, glowing with ancient power, watched me with a kind of knowing that made my heart race. In these dreams, they spoke to me—not with words, but with feelings, with intentions that tugged at the very core of my being.

“What’s wrong? You’re a mess.” I gripped his wrists, my breath jagged, the dream’s grip fading but the fear clinging tight. “I had a weird dream,” I rasped, my throat dry. “There were people speaking in different languages and symbols, a bunch of stuff I couldn’t read. Scared me badly.” He pulled me against his chest, arms wrapping tight, the whiskey sharp on his breath. “You remember them? The languages and symbols?” I shook my head, my face pressed into his shoulder, the shapes slipping away like water. “No. Just… noise, weird shapes. Couldn’t hold onto it.”

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

He tells me which did cause me to wonder, could that have been the reason why my mother didn’t like my birth father, perhaps she found out. “Could this be why I’m having the dreams that I am?” “Yes, I think it is highly possible that you possessing half human blood and half unknown, could be the leading cause for why you are experiencing these dreams. That is a fact I have asked the doctor, do not worry he will not be discussing it with anybody. But he is also looking into different groups of people that share that ability, which could allow us to narrow down our search.” He explains which told me how much work everyone that knows is putting into this, while I’m just sitting around having th

So strange. Usually, when I’m stressed, my brain produces absurd dreams. Javier selling Theo to a museum. Poppy running for president of Monaco on an anti-broccoli platform. Sebastian standing at an altar holding a hospital invoice. Normal things, really, for a woman whose life had lost the plot a long time ago. But this time, it was just warm.