Weird Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

We need to find it before anyone does. Sheila stood up from a green bench, and adjusted her brown newsboys' hat over her head. "A book can make wishes come true?" Her blue eyes widened in amazement. "Didn't I just say that?" Louisa wiggled her brows mischievously. Sheila pouted. "What kind of a book is that?" "Magical book, like the kind you see in fantasy movies." She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality."

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

The sudden rages, the inexplicable sadness, the energy that sometimes buzzes under my skin like static electricity. “I… I’ve been having strange dreams,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Callis waited, her gaze steady. “Really strange,” I continued, feeling a little vulnerable sharing them. “Like… forests burning. All the trees, just going up in flames. And wolves. Howling, a sound that just chills you to the bone.” I hesitated, then forced myself to say the last part. “And… and sometimes, I see the baby. Not clearly, not like a face, but… a light. A glow. Like the moon, almost.”

Goodness asked again as if he didn't hear when I said I wasn't watching TV the first time he asked. "No I wasn't watching TV," my reply was swift. "I was in my room like I have been saying, thinking about life, shit and dreams." "Dreams? You have dreams?" "Yes! I do have weird dreams and it is getting weirder everyday," I sighed. "Yesterday, I had an awkward dream where I was dreaming inside another dream. In this my odd dream, I saw myself dreaming about being chased by a violent man who had a dagger in his hand. I ran and ran until I saw men dressed in uniforms like the ones that have sworn to protect the lives of every citizen from Nigeria. The men I saw were not ready to protect me and i

the lady asks. I stay silent but Ethan growls which made the hairs on my nape of the neck stand. I reply in a low tone, “I dream about woods. They are on fire and a girl, who is running away from there but someone drags her back. I was 14 when I had such dreams but now I have them every single night.” I wake up all sweaty in the bed, like someone poured a bucket full of water over me.” I cry. “Have you ever encountered a weird stranger ever?” the lady asks seriously.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

But if you remember all the details and what happened with you, this thing means that this dream has a great meaning for you and it can be a warning to you of something bad that will happen to you. sera looked at Mart very seriously and said to him, "Even if what you're saying is as true as you say and has a meaning, I don't think there is a meaning to these things. Paranormals, werewolves, magic, demons, or anything else, these things never exist, except in fantasy stories.

He listened as I explained. Dorian scrunched up his brows, "What happens in the dream?" "Huh… I see some creatures— weird ones that I haven't seen before, only in movies." Dorian prompted me to continue speaking and I did, telling him every little detail I could remember and he seemed so absorbed with my words. "Is that all?" He enquired. I nodded my head in response, I had told him everything. The way it happened and the warning I get from the dreams.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

But that’s not even the weirdest thing, what’s odd about the whole situation the weirdest thing is I’ve been having these dreams since before I knew you? “I think we should tell him,” Kor says. “What would that even do?” I ask her as I feel his fingers dip into my hair. “Maybe it was a vision,” Kor says. “A vision? What are we? Psychic?” I sigh. “And a vision of what? The past? Because it was us but it also wasn’t Kor,” I tell her. “I don’t know Adea,” she mumbles. “I’m not mad at you Kor, I just don’t know how to tell him or anyone for that matter about my dreams. I just need more time…”