Novel & Cerita Weird Dreams Stories

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

"Things have just been... weird lately." "Weird how?" For once I didn't have any inside information and found it incredibly frustrating. "Do you remember your dreams?" Her blue eyes flickered sideways as if to check and see if the others were listening. She must have decided it was clear to continue. Why did her question make my stomach clench? Probably because of the dream I'd had the night before. "Sometimes." She nodded as if that was enough. "Me too," she said. "But never ones that make sense, right? Like, you're being chased by a blue bull through an empty city while an octopus directs traffic. Stupid stuff like that."

"Nik calls them the 'jump'— when my dream would change to another dream. It does feel like jumping for me. So far, the most jumps I had in one night are six. Usually, I'd just get three jumps, or two when I'm lucky. The more jumps I do, the sicker I feel in the morning. So, that time I had five jumps a night, I felt like dying in the morning." Eli went on. "Nik and Noah gave my dreams names. The white room, the free fall, the graveyard, the horde, the dark side, and the beach. In the white room, I'm trapped inside a room that's white everywhere, with no doors or windows. No matter how much I scream, no one can hear me. And then a door will somehow eventually appear, and then I will go throug

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?

I hold the hot chocolate close to my face, feeling the steam warming my nose, and reply, "I haven't been sleeping much." "I didn't sleep much after my mom died." "Did you..." I bite my lip, unsure whether to discuss my unsettling dreams. He smiles with that awkward, closed-mouth smile and nods. Slowly, I try again, "Did you have strange dreams?" "Like nightmares?" "No, just weird dreams," I whisper, looking at my cup. "I tried to research them to see if they meant anything, but I couldn't find any coherent explanation. They feel like déjà vu. Like when you found me in the woods—I was having one of them."

Knight asked with a worried tone. I avoided his eyes and I sat properly. I’ve been dreaming a lot of weird things lately. It all started when my life was taken from innocence. I thought it was just a normal dream at first, but as I got older, I noticed how frequently I dreamed, not to mention how those dreams are connected, like they're a story. "It’s much worse today," I whispered. "How come? Did you dream of flying dragons now? " He laughed. I gawked at him. How would he react if I told him that it’s not just flying dragons but wolves that fight with swords that could kill only them? I shook my head and decided to just keep my mouth shut.

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.