Novel & Cerita Weird Dreams Stories

“But we do have some questions for you.” “Of course, I’m happy to help in any way I can.” Aleksandr nods for me to go ahead and tell his mom about my dreams, but I’m not really sure where to start. “Well, um, I’ve been experiencing some odd things recently…” I trail off still trying to gather my thoughts, but Lis remained quiet and waited for me to explain. “I’ve been having strange dreams. At first, I thought it was just odd coincidences. You know they say dreams are just a result of your brain pulling together information that it has recently processed or things you’ve been thinking about… but the more frequently it is happening, I just can’t help but wonder if something more is going o

“I'd like that. I don't like the way my mus is staring at me. it's creepy.” I giggled softly. “Mum, Ade and I would like to be excused. We have a school project, so we would be going to my room. Can you please ask the maids to bring some snacks up to my room?” “Alright love. My eyes are on you guys.” Ade laughed. ✍︎✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Your mum is really funny.” “Yeah. I know right?” “I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.”

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

"It's because they're secretly the world's philosophers, contemplating the mysteries of the universe between their many naps." His playful tales continued, each more fantastical than the last. He spun stories of talking squirrels who held clandestine debates in the treetops, of clouds that stored the blueprints for the world's oddest inventions, and even of a legendary potato that could grant wishes, but only if you spoke to it in rhymes. With each nonsensical story, my anxiety further receded, replaced by a sense of wonder and amusement. Sebastian's unwavering presence, his tender embrace, and his fanciful storytelling formed a sanctuary in the heart of the forest.

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.

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.

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.

I didn't have to deal with outsiders and I could live with the people who were outcasted by society, like me. I haven't been bothered here by the beast sense my first encounter with him and I was so thankful for that. He scares me so much with his ferocious yelling, but he frightens me even more because I am so intrigued by this man. He has been in my dreams from the first night. They are very strange dreams and depict me running through a field of wild daisies with my long hair blowing in the breeze, I look happy as I run free with the bright moon showering me in its full glow. There is always a huge black wolf running next to me, but he doesn't frighten me. We roll around in the grass and

I am now officially off my bed rest so they is no need for Lydia to always be around, Kim promised to come visit I just can't wait for her to come. I have been having weird dreams about a particular warrior of the moon goddess they are two warriors that are the moon goddess warriors they are the rarest of their kind. In this dream I always find my self in a place where a woman keep telling me to hold on tight and stand strong, those are the only words she say to me that I can understand. She says other words which I can quite pick out what she is saying but it is always the same words everytime I have these dreams I don't even understand it or know how to explain it.

My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test. I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can’t dream about someone you haven’t seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Social media? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some r