Weird Dreams Novels & Stories

I shake my head. I haven't been able to think very straight in days. Not since the hospital. And my dreams. They’ve been disjointed and weird. A wolf. A demon. A forest. Being in the clouds. A field. A lake. Big white wings. There’s no sense to those either.

Macy's POV It was now four days after my heat, and everything had gone back to normal. But there was a problem with me. Lately, I had been having these weird dreams of waking up in the middle of a war, and the scary part was everyone was dead except me. So I decided to call my grandma to tell her about my dreams, maybe she could help explain them to Serai, I needed to know what my dream meant because it scared the shit out of me.

Aria's pov; Another weird dream and I was sure I was definitely going to be out of it. First it was having sex with Ronald and thereafter, it was having sex with three men with one of them unknown to me. How weird could things get? Each time I always ended up having a messed up and fucked up dream. Was this trying to tell me something or was it just one of those dreams you had when you least expected it? Either of the two, I didn't know and neither was I ready to find out.

PROLOGUE Kehlani flipped he eyes open and jerked her body off the bed with utmost alacrity and urgency. Her heart thumped loudly. Too loud she was scared it would throb out of her chest which may have been why she rubbed in with her palm in a circular motion. Another bad dream. These days she had constant dreams of weird creatures chasing her in a dense forest or when she was fighting off a weird creature at night. It got scarier and scarier by the night and even more vivid too.

he orders me again, he didn’t have to say it, but lucky him, I’m too tired, all I wanna do is fall asleep, so I let it go this time and I don’t argue with him over it. Lately, well since the day that Theo has left, I’ve been having weird dreams, it’s dreams about wolves, Theo’s wolf, James’s wolf, and Milo’s wolf, I could see them all in my dreams and some other wolf that I have never met before. The new wolf scares me, the wolf is white and small, very small, maybe young even? In every dream I have that wolf would be looking at me with a raised brow, the wolf would be growling at me sometimes or wanting to play with me and it scares me, that wolf scares me a

I shook my head, nothing happened physically, everything is normal and I'm fine. "Didn't anything odd happen?" she asked again, do I need to tell you about the dream? "Dream, maybe a bit odd, because it's repetitive, a little creepy," I said. My mother sat facing me, her eyes exploring me completely. Her cold hand held mine. "Tell me, what was that dream?" She asked. The look on her face was worried. I started to explain 5 times the dream that comes in my sleep every month. Dreams are recurring and exactly like watching a movie where the scenes in it are predictable.

I sent a voice message to a pinned contact with a grayscale profile. “Mom, I nailed the audition. “The orchestra conductor said they have room in the dorms, so I’ll be moving over tonight. “I’ll be on my own now, Mom. Don’t you worry.” The text was sent successfully, but a reply would never come. Out of habit, I took out my obsolete phone and texted myself a “you did great” emoji before packing my bags. The lights downstairs were killed, and ten minutes later, a car pulled up outside the manor.

I awoke in bed alone, still naked and wondering if yesterday really happened? Or did I just dream that my girlfriend and her 19 year old daughter seduced me? Wracked with guilt, I sat up, trying to decide if it was real or a fantasy. Did I really screw my soon to be step daughter? Was I some kind of a perverted monster? Did I really cum inside her? Did I really enjoy it? Or had I just been dreaming about that too? Did my girlfriend really let me do all this? Did she really get off on it? God was she still going to marry me? What had I done?

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

But for the past two weeks, she had been having the same dream over and over again and it dream kept stopping at the same place every single time. For a start it was a weird dream; this was the twenty first century; how could anything like wolves morphing humans, humans morphing into wolves exist? Not to talk of magic. These things only happened in movies and in the novels, they were just fictional and expressions of someone’s wild imaginations.