Weird Dreams Stories Novels & Stories

I was going to force him to say it just to prove I wasn’t crazy. “It was your dream,” he smiled, “You tell me where you took us.” “Us?” Dreyma refused to let me get more than a few feet from her. Huffing I threw my hands up, “You both know I had odd dreams sometimes. So what, he looks mildly like someone I saw in them.” Then I pointed to Sage, “She also had weird dreams and says weird shit all the time. We don’t need to dissect hers and we don’t need to dissect mine.” It was better to leave out the last few days of him clearly not being in my dreams. I still wasn't sure if that had actually happened and I didn't need anyone to think I was going crazy.

Sara’s POV Morning came too soon, dragging me out of a restless sleep filled with weird dreams I didn’t want to think about. The alarm blared beside me, loud and annoying, and I smacked it until it went quiet. I groaned, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before forcing myself to sit up.

We went downstairs to the kitchen, and I gave him water. " Are you alright, buddy?" I asked him. " I had a strange dream," he said. Should I ask what it was about? How long would it take? I sighed and asked, " About what?" I grabbed another bottle of water from the fridge and held his hand, talking him back to his room. Cayden's dream was exciting for him. It was about zombies and sharks. Most of it didn't make sense to me, but I listened to all of it. Once he fell asleep. I bolted out of there to my bedroom, locking the door. I turned around and looked at the bed,

It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling. Amidst this ethereal scenery, Vihaan encountered strange creatures. They resembled a fusion of mythical beasts and ancient folklore, with wings that shimmered like opals and eyes that held galaxies within. These beings spoke to him in a language of whispers, their words carrying a weight of forgotten knowledge and profound secrets. Vihaan wandered through this dream world, his senses overwhelmed by the beauty and mystique that surrounded him. He felt a deep connection to this realm, as if it held a piece of his soul that had been hidden away.

“I wanna ask something, though I have asked the others who came here first but they have no idea of my question. So, I wanna ask those who walked in today. Maybe it wasn't you involved, or maybe you were just little at that time it all happened, but I need an answer to what exactly happened that night.” “We were supposed to be killed the following morning.” I stared at the gentleman who finally spoke. “But she saved us. A few of us couldn't make it out alive, but most of us who did, we never saw each other again until now.” “So, have you in the past years experienced something strange or weird?” I asked. “I don't know for the others, but I've been having dreams, more like nightmares. I keep

I’ve had a series of weird dreams every single day, which was quite disturbing at first, I tried to figure out what was wrong but couldn’t even explain the dreams to anyone except my best friend because of how weird they usually are. In some of the dreams, I can move things without touching them and I can set a building on fire by just saying words, while in some I would see a bunch of wolves running around me, licking and purring at my feet. In these dreams I always see my grandmother dressed in an immaculate white attire, instructing me on what to do in each situation. Her eyes usually change their color to pure white too and she speaks to me in a totally unknown language which I seem to u

"I've been having these...dreams. About wolves, and forests, and...things that don't make any sense." Lucian's eyes narrowed, and I could tell that he was intrigued. "Tell me more," he said quietly. So I launched into the story of my dreams, telling them everything I could remember. As I spoke, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It felt good to finally be able to share this strange experience with someone who might understand. And as I looked around the table, I realized that I had four people who were truly listening and trying to help me. Maybe I wasn't so alone in the pack after all.

I had a strange dream or it was my imagination as I repeated the stories I read. I kept my eyes closed and tried to remember what I saw. I got lost in a dark cave, I was lonely and scared. I heard the beast growl. It was not like any other wild animal. It was something from another world. I ran away, but the beast was getting closer and closer, and then everything went quiet. I turned and sighed when I saw the light filling the cave. But it was not light, it was a wave of fire, green and purple flames that will burn me alive.

But for the past two weeks, she had been having the same dream over and over again and it dream kept stopping at the same place every single time. For a start it was a weird dream; this was the twenty first century; how could anything like wolves morphing humans, humans morphing into wolves exist? Not to talk of magic. These things only happened in movies and in the novels, they were just fictional and expressions of someone’s wild imaginations.

“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…”