Weird Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

“Years ago. In my dream I was in Havermouth, and it was flooded. These bodies just floated by…” “Oh, I have the weirdest dreams,” Tyler said with empathy. “I once dreamed that I was in a fur suit in the forest and a giant bear took a fancy to me. I knew that if I he caught me, I’d be in for the worst bottom experience of my life.” Talen smothered his laughed. “I suddenly understand your aversion to teddy bears.” “I think that it’s going to happen,” she ignored the exchange. “I think that the river is going to flood, and those people will drown… Or the bodies will come from somewhere. I’ve had it happen twice now…”

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

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?”

I reassured her before pulling away. “Are you sure you are going to be okay?” I nodded and slid back into the qilty pink covers “Go back to bed mum” she smiled and leaned forward to kiss my head before she turned off the light and left. I couldn't sleep anymore so I just laid there thinking about these awful dreams I've been having since I clocked 15. I keep seeing myself in strange places with strange people who looked horrifying if you ask me. I mean, I don't believe in the paranormal which is why I hate watching any movie that has to do with Werewolfs or vampires.

Cara was still deeply immersed in her thoughts as she sat at her desk, scribbling in her diary. Her pen glided across the pages with a sense of urgency, trying to record every detail of the dream that had been haunting her since her therapy session. Her therapist, Jean, had told her that documenting her dreams was crucial to unlocking their hidden meanings, pushing her to be as thorough as possible. It wasn’t just a casual assignment; it was part of her journey to better understand herself, to untangle the threads of her subconscious mind. The idea of writing fiction about her own life felt strange, almost surreal, but Jean had explained that it was a way to externalize her feelings and memo

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.

But in my very recent dreams, I have come face to face with weird and scary creatures. Once, it had been a snake that stands upright, walks and talk like a man; on another occasion, it had been an elephant that is impossibly big because of the two heads it had attached to its neck. This one I just had, had ostriches with three legs chasing after me.

She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning. I read that book when I was in high school and I found the concept behind it was so medieval, yet still true - Just keep the storytelling going, women will survive this fucking world dominated by men. "Do you know something funny? I saw a giant black wolf today on the subway platform. It wasn't the first time I saw it. I saw it in the parking lot the other day. And I saw it in my dream." "Your dream?" He murmured, sniffing my hair.

She will kill me. I debate whether or not I want to tell Ann about the weird dream I had last night. I don't think it actually means something. I have read about werewolves and vampires over the years but I know they are not real. I decide against it. Ann will probably agree that I read too many books.

Certainly, her own parent's marriage hadn't been like this. She seems to subscribe to nightmares, leaving her exhausted the next day. She dreamt of losing a tooth or falling from tall buildings, a skyscraper perhaps. Or being chased by things she couldn't put her fingers on. "It is bizarre and cryptic," she related to Abubakar one morning as he sips his coffee, "this new one I had last night. I was in a park somewhere, just walking by myself, and my right leg fell off. No blood or anything. It was like I was a Barbie doll. I was so upset, wondering how I was going to get around without that leg, and then my arm broke off at the elbow, and I picked it up and tried to hold it in place, and I w