I woke up in a cold sweat, the remnants of my dream still vivid in my mind. The scene was a tangled mass of serpents, slithering and hissing, their scales shimmering in the dim lig...

It was the third night in a row that I found myself waking up in a cold sweat. My room, usually a sanctuary of peace, felt heavy with an unease I couldn’t shake off. The culprit w...

I had never paid much attention to my dreams until one night, when a particularly vivid one left me in a state of perplexity. It was a chilly evening in November, and I had just dr...