Chaotic Dreams Novels & Stories

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

"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

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

The vivid images of Haven, Necromancers, and Cryomancers swirled through my mind like a maelstrom, each scene bleeding into the next in a chaotic dance of color and sound. I was a passive observer, trapped in the labyrinthine corridors of my own subconscious, as my dreams attempted to process the tangled web of emotions and loyalties that had ensnared me. And yet, despite the turmoil, I had deliberately chosen not to dreamwalk, to instead allow my mind to wrestle with the demons that haunted me.

With a sigh that felt like it carried the weight of a world I no longer understood, I let myself drift into unconsciousness. Sleep didn't offer any solace. My dreams were a chaotic mess, like someone had smashed a kaleidoscope, and what remained were shards of colored glass cutting into my psyche. Grotesque monsters, faces distorted by malevolence, chased me through landscapes that defied the laws of physics and reason. Twisted alleyways led to open skies, which then morphed into bottomless pits. Nothing was stable. Every fleeting glimpse of reality was immediately replaced by another layer of impossibility, making me question my sanity.

He laughs, pats my thigh. “Kidding, kidding. I just need my baby sister to tell me where in the world she is.” She snorts, “Nice try.Kid sister my ass. I called because I had a dream.” His turn to snort. “You don’t believe in dreams, you say everybody gets them so how special could they really be?” Her face is grim and serious. Maybe that’s her resting face, she’s only smiled twice since the call started. “It’s reoccurring, and it’s about you. You stand at the edge of a mountain cliff, and just fall through, no matter how much I run I never catch up to you.”

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.”

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

I felt nothing for Jason a long time ago. Without love, what was there to hate? As soon as I finished speaking, I saw his expression change. His lips went pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. I was just about to get up when my arms and legs went numb all at once. A numbing shock went through me, and the whole room started spinning. Jason's panicked shouting faded as everything faded to black. When I finally woke up, the first thing I saw was a cold white ceiling. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose.

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”