Weird Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

He seems to be watching me suffer. "Nightmares are scary, sometimes you can't sleep because of it," Max said, he was stunned outside the window and seems thinking about something. “My dreams are weird, why do I dream about vampires, wolves, and anything else,” I said."What's going on in your dreams?" he asked and I tried remembering my dreams. “There are strangers who want to kill me, sometimes men are showing up that I don’t know,” I replied. I can't remember some dreams very well, I'm also forgetful. He still looked outside and seemed to be understanding my dreams.

Shaking myself, I stopped overanalyzing them and got into the shower. Ken and I have been going strong for two weeks now. We're working out together when I say, "Dude, I've been having some wild dreams." "Like what?" "Wild, like cannibalism." "Well, you know dreams aren't usually literal but symbolic." "I get that, but these dreams are vivid and rational." "Cannibalism is rational?" I laugh, "That came out wrong. What I mean is that these dreams aren't all over the place. They're so rational that they seem real. Every time I wake up, I feel it truly happened."

She started from the beginning, from the weird dream that beesotted her since she was able to know what dreams were. She told him about the evil and ugly witch always present in her dreams whilst growing up, and the fact that the witch kept singing nefarious chants and threatening to kill her mother before shooting her an arrow. She talked about the other dreams, the one where she had seen beings known as ancients, who drank blood but didn’t kill, except they were killing off the undead called vampires. She also told him of the confusions that had arisen from having the dream. Like why would she be having these dreams? Kaden said nothing in reply, choosing to listen. Even though his heart wa

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

I tell her and she smiles. “Thanks Troy, I needed it too, I’ve been having strange dreams lately that keep waking me up at night.” I arch an eyebrow at her, “What sort of dreams?” “Oh, just some scary looking Viking dude keeps appearing in my dreams, telling me I have a purpose, and to listen to the Gods, it’s really weird. Sometimes he takes me to place on a hill with broken rocks and other times, I’m on a pirate looking ship.” She shakes her head and frown I wonder if Ragnar is speaking to her through her dreams.

We settled for attending each other's events. "So, tell me, any new dreams?" Ruthie asked. After keeping my dreams a secret for so long, it was a relief to them with her, strange, but nice at the same time. "Actually, yes." There had only been one dream, and I couldn't make heads or tails of it. "But it's even more bizarre than the last ones." "Well, out with it." "Okay. It's about vampires and werewolves." "Better than cavemen, at least from my point of view," she said with a grin. "Wait! Werewolves. Wolves in your backyard. Ham shanks! Are we talking about the same thing?"

“What’s wrong? You’re a mess.” I gripped his wrists, my breath jagged, the dream’s grip fading but the fear clinging tight. “I had a weird dream,” I rasped, my throat dry. “There were people speaking in different languages and symbols, a bunch of stuff I couldn’t read. Scared me badly.” He pulled me against his chest, arms wrapping tight, the whiskey sharp on his breath. “You remember them? The languages and symbols?” I shook my head, my face pressed into his shoulder, the shapes slipping away like water. “No. Just… noise, weird shapes. Couldn’t hold onto it.”

I quickly drift off to sleep. Not surprisingly, my sleep is filled with nightmares, each one more terrifying than the last. The visions are incredibly vivid: snarling werebears surround me in an ever-tightening circle; a giant roc ensnares me in its talons and carries me to its mountaintop nest; fearsomely ugly ogres tie me to a spit and begin roasting me over a blazing fire. The dreams all have the same thing in common—I’m about to meet some horrifying doom. I sure hope that my as yet unrevealed Power doesn’t turn out to be precognition!

We'd had sex multiple times over the past few hours, and I was completely exhausted, completely satisfied. "We should leave the water," he said. "The bioluminescence is fading." "I know," I said, even though I wanted to stay here forever, in this moment, with him inside me. He rolled to his side, taking me with him, his cock still inside me. "Tell me this is real," I said. "Tell me this isn't a dream I'm going to wake up from." "It's real," he said. "This is completely, absolutely real. And we're going to figure out how to make it work."

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.