Weird Dreams Novels & Stories

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

I tell her and she smiles. “Thanks Troy, I needed it too, I’ve been having strange dreams lately that keep waking me up at night.” I arch an eyebrow at her, “What sort of dreams?” “Oh, just some scary looking Viking dude keeps appearing in my dreams, telling me I have a purpose, and to listen to the Gods, it’s really weird. Sometimes he takes me to place on a hill with broken rocks and other times, I’m on a pirate looking ship.” She shakes her head and frown I wonder if Ragnar is speaking to her through her dreams.

Am sad about not seeing Thabiso throughout the holiday period, talking about him, I have been having weird dreams about him, and in the dream, I see a clay pot placed under a bed with black liquid inside. When I look closely, I see his face in the pot but it has two sides, one of an animal and one of his normal face. I don’t know what it means yet but I feel like talking to him about it but then again, how do I initiate contact him with him when he never contacted or visited me throughout the holidays? Then there is another dream that I have been having.

After a few seconds of silence, Daisie burst out, chuckling. Seeing her smile, Mia continued. “I have another one. A guy went to see his psychologist alone and asked: Doc, I keep having these alternating, recurring dreams. First I’m a teepee, then I’m a wigwam; then I’m a teepee again, then I’m a wigwam, and then I’m a teepee again… These dreams are driving me nuts. What’s wrong with me?” “The psychologist replied very calmly: It’s simple, you’re two tents.”

Valeria retorted. "He wouldn't have said that if you were really unpleasant to look at. Don't you know that people tend to say things that they don't mean? He would be asking for trouble if he told an ugly person that they were ugly to their face." Valeria was pleased and laughed at Abbie's words. Abbie then sighed and said, "Valeria, I've been having these weird dreams for the past few days. I have no idea what is going on with me." "What weird dreams?" Valeria asked.

“Did switch off the alarm yesterday night?” “Why would I do that? why you asking mate?” “I felt like someone was in our apartment, I don’t know, maybe it was a dream or something, it all just felt wrong” Trevor said. “It was definitely a dream because no one was here yesterday night.” He replied. “If it was a dream then that would be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “Maybe if you sleep now it will come back.” He said jokingly Trevor looked at him with a serious face

Weird dream. This wasn't the first time I dreamed something like that. I mean, in a cruise party. But this one's different. This is scarier than my previous dreams. Same place, same event. But different happenings. Before, my dreams are about a little girl. And I was betting it was me. I don't know. I never had the chance to see her face because she's always talking to somebody. All I can see was her back.

"He did. I could feel it. He did it. I believe in my hallucinations now, but I am not mad." "Ai, it was all your hallucinations and nightmare all along. Because he do drugs you to sleep, you can't deny the fact that while you sleep he would do it. That drugs also help in controlling your mind. That causes you to hallucinate the act, then you believe it is reality all along. Nightmares are normal after such experiences." "Oh my goodness. What have I done? What have I done? Oh no." I cried guiltily as my palm was on my head.

But no matter how much I drank, I couldn't shake the image of the rabbit from my mind. I couldn't understand why I was having such violent and disturbing dreams lately. I had always been a peaceful and compassionate person, so the aggressive nature of these dreams was completely out of character for me. As I tried to fall back asleep, I couldn't help but wonder if these dreams were trying to tell me something. Maybe they were a manifestation of some deep-seated fear or anxiety that I had been trying to ignore.