Younger Dreams Novels & Stories

… I knew I was dreaming because somehow, I was looking at my twenty-two-year-old self. Waves crashed against the rocks. The sky was pitch black, dotted only with scattered stars. At the edge of the cliff stood the younger version of me, wearing a thin dress that billowed in the wind like the outstretched wings of a seagull. She lifted her head and smiled at me, warm and gentle. "You’re here." I stepped closer, staring at her bright, youthful face. Without realizing it, tears had already begun streaming down mine. "I'm sorry, I let you down."

Maybe the fresher the meat, the more alluring. It haunts my dreams. It started way before I was told that I’d be visiting my grandma. Nightmares of a large wolf with black fur and vivid blue eyes stalking me. The dreams felt so real that I refused to leave my room for weeks. It was rubbed off as trauma, but it's been eight years since mom died and the first nightmare didn’t come to haunt me until I turned eighteen, six years ago.

JERAH My nightmares were back. The very one I had been having for as long as I could remember. Since I was a kid. For a period of years, they stopped. But now, they're back. And it's frightening. I called them nightmares 'cause I hated them so much. I hated how scary it was and how chilling they always made me feel. In my dreams, there was always two of us - myself and a lady that looked exactly like me. But everytime,it was a younger version of ourselves. Like we were around seven to eight years of age.

That dream occurred every day for the past two years. It was becoming increasingly realistic, akin to watching a live movie or drama where the main characters were a couple in her dream. She saw the dream as a third person until a few days ago. Right after that, it all changed! Precisely, it happened on her 20th birthday, June 11. Since then, she no longer experienced the dream as an observer. Instead, she lived it as the dying young girl in her dream—Yuki!

Lauren looked at them coldly and took out a Pokeball and tossed it up in the air and Gengar came out and looked at the surroundings, he saw that people where terrified and three of them were about to piss their pants, then he looked at Lauren and understood that his master was pissed and laughed at the misfortune of those three who were on their knees. Lauren "Gengar use Bad Dream, then Dream Eater" Gengar just laughed and attacked Meowth, Jessie, and James with the following moves causing them to become mindless zombies as they suffered from scary dreams then suddenly assaulted by Dream Eater caused them to become mindless people. Gengar finished it off and sent them flying as he went back

The older Ama lowered her head. “The first one.” Another memory struck without warning. Not the silver tree. Not the endless sea. A shoreline beneath a sky with no stars at all. The First Dreamer was there. Only he looked younger. Smaller. Alone. He sat by himself, drawing shapes into the silver sand. Circles. Trees. Little stars. Then a shadow fell across him. Someone sat down beside him. A boy. About the same age. He smiled. “What are you making?” The young Dreamer looked embarrassed.

You could always tell the difference. I touched Laura's arm. "We are here." She opened her eyes. Blinked. Looked at me like she was trying to remember who I was. "Damon." "Yes." "I was dreaming." "About what." "My brother. He was young. Younger than me. That is not how it worked. He was older. But in the dream, he was younger. And he was laughing. And I could not remember why he was laughing." "That is a good dream." "Is it."

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

Will there be anything left of me when everything comes out? Sleep eventually comes, and I dream about a four-year-old with no face. Ava.