Dead Loved One In Dream Novels & Stories

"Water? Food?" I shake my head. "You should try to sleep," Ryder suggests. I close my eyes, but I know sleep won't come. Because sleep means dreams. And dreams mean the possibility of seeing Miguel again. Except I won't. The dream-link is broken. Shattered completely when he died. There will be no more visions of him. No more hearing his voice. No more feeling his presence. He's just... gone. I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them.

Aunt Hilda’s worried face hovered over mine. “Oh, thank goodness, you woke up,” Aunt Hilda stroke my hair while I tried to make my head work. Allen, my cousin, had died. That was what I had perceived from the images that had simultaneously displayed themselves inside my head earlier on. I was still confused about what was happening. For some reason, in this dream, or whatever this was, Kyle was alive while my cousin was dead. I still don’t understand why that was the case and how it was possible.

I ask her. She looks down and turns away from me. “There’s no reason to be ashamed. We all have bad dreams.” I state. “It’s not a bad dream it’s a Deja reve. I’ve had it since my best friend was killed in front of me a few years ago. I haven’t had one in a while. I’m sorry to have woken you. I do appreciate you waking me up and stopping it.” She says with glistening eyes again.

"Breath and relax. Take a deep breath." I inhale and let it out. I calm myself down and stare at my mother. She releases her hands from my face. "That was quite a dream you had. Demons, Angels, and an alpha wolf pack? It seems your dream keeps progressing. If your father hears about this, he will send you to see a psychiatrist. Luckily, he didn't because those are just harmless dreams." "But...Mom, it felt real." I pant. "It felt realistic that I died once. You died too; you sacrificed yourself so Demir won't-"

I asked. He closed his eyes and sighed, "You've been dead to me for four years. I'm scared to look at you because I'm just waiting for the moment that I wake and realize...this was all a dream." I understood how he was feeling. I mean how surreal is it that the one person you love has been dead for years and now suddenly she was alive. I would be pretty suspicious myself. So I could accept his thoughts.

"Okay. I'm listening." Seraphina took a deep breath. She had planned to wait, to find the right moment, to somehow soften the blow. But her brother deserved the truth. He deserved to know exactly what was coming. "I've been having dreams," she began. "Terrible dreams. Dreams about the future." "Dreams?" He frowned. "Sera, you know those don't mean anything. Dreamwalking is just—" "These are different." She grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. "I saw you die, Donnie. I saw Mother die. I saw Father die. I saw Shadow Creek torn apart by a monster wearing a handsome face."

My last mate. They came for me. Seeking revenge. But they didn't find me. They found her instead. And they killed her. I see it all in the dream. Live it all over again. She screeches. She cries for me. And I run to her. But it's too late. She's dead, and I'm useless. I try to revive her. I do anything I can think of. But she's cold and not breathing. And I know she's dead. "Sophie," I cry. "Sophie!" I scream. But she does not answer. She's gone, and it's all my fault.

My mom's death was the pinnacle of losses and I didn't know how I would react if I ever lost another person in my life. "Care to share what you saw in the dream?" He asked. How Dante and myself got back together after the previous night's intense moment was still something I didn't have an answer to. Regardless of how hard I try to forget about the fateful event, it kept stuck in my head. "Just a casual dream. I don't think it would ever happen." I waved off my hands and yawned in the process.

Maybe she can help me find a solution or tell me how to appease the Moon Goddess. My dreams are brutal and show me the deaths of my loved ones. Every new death I am forced to watch. I see Maverick die again. Unable to look away this time. Then I see Madeline die in battle. A rogue tears out her throat. Again I’m paralysed watching, unable to move or make a sound.

Gilmore replied. “The dreams again?” He hesitated. “Yeah. Same one.” “Tell me about it again.” He leaned back. “It’s… always the same. I’m in the same car. The car is on fire, my dad's sitting next to me dead . And then I see her, outside the car, standing by the window smiling wickedly.” “The woman?” He nodded. “She’s standing out by the window, I'm calling out to her for help but she keeps laughing hysterically and ignores me, and I wake up in sweat.”