Dead Loved One In Dream Novels & Stories

Someone hugged me and I cringed, I sighed and calmed down when I heard Mom's voice, "It's just a dream, you're perfectly okay." "Is it this same dream again? It's already two days, it supposed to have gone away!" Dad muttered. He was worried about me, and so was I, I was worried about Kayden, but I was scared for my head. I disengaged from the hug and stared at my parents, I bet they could see the fear in my eyes, "He died Mom, I saw it in my dream and his Dad almost killed me, he is very scary."

I knelt down, my gaze fixed on some undefined point as I repeated the words, not even knowing what I was saying. "Mom!" A loud cry jolted me awake, and at that moment, I realized it was all just a terrible nightmare. Rika, she was dead and couldn't come back, let alone harm me... it was all just a nightmare... but why was I dreaming about Rika... I still wasn't completely calm after that terrifying nightmare. It was the first time I had dreamt of a dead person coming after me, especially one who had been Enzo's lover. My body was covered in sweat, and my hands were still trembling.

And then The world shattered I awoke with a gasp on cold stone sweat slick on my skin heart still hammering against my ribs Lucian knelt beside me pale “You were gone too long” Soren paced behind him eyes wild “You weren’t breathing” Ewen stood in the shadows watching me with something unreadable in his gaze “You crossed over again Didn’t you” I sat up slowly “The dream realm” They waited I looked between them and said the truth out loud for the first time “I saw you die All of you And it wasn’t war or magic that killed you It was me”

But I had terrible dreams, very scary dreams that seem to last for a whole day. In one of those dreams that I considered to be the most horrifying of them all, I was standing beside an opened casket that was placed close to the graves of my parents. I was wearing white cloth, surrounded by people wearing black. They were all mourning and calling my name at the same time even when I was not dead yet. I could see Jakes among them. Sebastian was beside him, holding a flower and also in full tears. To the other side of Jakes was Joan. She looked more like a friend in that dream than a foe. Then I saw Sophia right behind Jakes.

She rummaged through my clothing, looking for something in particular. "Oh yeah? What was it about?" "It was terrible," I reiterated, remembering all the new faces I had encountered in this dream. Chad, Ashley, Sandino, Carly. James. Damon. "Well, don't hold out. Tell me." "I had a dream that you and dad... were dead." She stopped, turning to face me. Her face was serious. "It felt so real. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had." She smiled, as she came and sat at the end of the bed, eyes staring over at me.

She was in the process of making a marker to commemorate me, when I screamed. I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream had felt too real, too vivid. I shook my head, trying to remove the images that still haunted my mind. "No," I whispered to the night, my voice firm. "I am not dead. I am alive, and I will return stronger than ever. I just needed some time away. I just need some time away. They need to postpone mourning for me.” It was silly, but then something about the dream struck me wrong. Brad believed in me more than anyone else did, and he would know if I was dead. Our souls were that intertwined, and he would feel my loss almost physically, if it came to that

he added. "Okay." Emily said. She then looked around, trying to look away from Death. "What did you see in your dreams?" Death asked. "I saw what happened before I die. I saw the accident that caused my death, some stuffs from my childhood and all of the memorable moments in my life, basically," Emily answered. "That's the common dreams that spirits have," Death said. "How long have I been resting in your lap?" Emily asked. "If we apply mortal realm's time, around seven hours," Death replied.

In my dreams, he can live forever. No nightmares, just happy dreams. Ones where my brother is alive and we are together. I woke up crying when I realized he was really gone. He is gone forever.

And worse still, I dreamt about the woman that I met at the fair, she said everything she had said before in the dream before vanishing into thin air and when I woke up it was like it wasn't just a dream, it felt like it had happened in reality. The worst dream I had was minutes ago when I had dosed off slightly due to fatigue. In the dream, there was blood and death amongst us, and in the middle of all these, I lay in the snow marred with blood cradling a dead Orian in my hands and whispering for him to wake up.

While everyone was now tending to their injured or dead loved ones, I looked in sorrow at all the dead people from my army who were killed by the demons. Tears started trailing down my face as I knelt by one of the dead, as I knew some of them were someone`s husband, wife, father and mother. Even now I could see a werewolf woman kneeling by her dead husband in tears. Don’t despair my beloved, for every dead person to me is considered asleep. And what’s wonderful about a sleeping person is that you can wake them up.