Dead Loved One In Dream Novels & Stories

He looked pale and fragile and just like that he was gone. I let out a scream and felt my body jump out of the dream. I was faced with reality, Leonardo stared at me worriedly. I immediately grabbed onto him and cried my eyes out. "Mi amore it's okay it's just a bad dream" he whispered. I looked around the room for Matteo and noticed that he wasn't there. "It felt so real Leornado" I cried. "Tell me Principessa what happened in the dream?" he asked, "I saw you, I saw all of you dead, lifeless on the ground even Matteo, he lay in a coffin, dead, there was blood everywhere and there was Jason laughing, he was the cause of our deaths" I whimpered.

"Is this... a dream?" "No, Darren. I'm with you," I whispered and tried to stroke his face. But when I lifted my hand, I could only see a skeleton. I panicked, but Darren held me in his arms. "I thought it was a bad dream... But how could it be a bad dream... when you're in it..." He said in a soft voice. "Darren, are we dying?" I asked. "I'm already dead, Louisa..." He said and placed my hand in the empty hole in his chest. "But it's OK because you'll still be alive... You and your baby..."

“Damn, he’s like a ghost. He scared me to death, but how did he die? Was he killed by an explosion? The tire pressure of the car isn’t too heavy, so it shouldn’t be able to kill anyone. How did he die?” “There seems to be something on the tire. Didn’t he gouge it a little?” “Right, right, right. I saw that thing on his bloody face just now. It seems to be a nail, right?” “The Grim Reaper is right beside us, but it’s really hard to guard against it. I’m scared just by watching it. It’s different from before. I was mentally prepared before, but this time, it’s really like watching a horror movie. I’m suddenly scared!”

Apart from anything, there was blood all over the nice, clean, white shirt Michael was wearing; his own blood. "Oh, but you can," Julia replied. "Have you ever heard that legend about dreams where you're falling? Normally, you fall, but you never hit the ground, right? Supposedly, if you land, you die in your sleep." "I know that," Kelly supplied. "Right," Julia nodded. "For most people, there's no real chance of death in their dreams. If they are about to die, they wake up. We're different, especially when we enter another person's dreamscape. If we die here, our minds die, and our bodies are left as lifeless shells."

She called out calmly. "Where did you find this girl from? She's slow," Lucien chuckled as he fell back on the couch. "In all consideration, you died but came back with a spirit looking for closure," She answered my question. "Now you are inflicted with dreams of the person's death, so that you can remember yours. Right now your memory is blank," "No, my dreams are about my death. I die in the dream," "You experience the person die, it's not you. never you," She replied.

All I want right now is to cry nonstop. "I'm so sorry, if I only knew it was going to happen I wouldn't have left you alone sleeping in this room. We had a meeting downstairs and it was too late when I noticed something strange in the house. I'm so sorry." He even caressed my back as if in that way I will calm down. However, I cried even more. I know that what I saw in my dream before is not just a product of Lucifer's manipulation. That’s true because I already remember. That’s true because until now I still knew every detail of what happened.

It was the same image that had haunted me for years since Fenrir had mercilessly killed her right before my eyes. As I opened my eyes, tears streamed down my face, and my heart pounded in my chest. The dream had felt all too real, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of terror and anguish that it had brought back. The thought of my beloved sister's tragic death still pierced my heart like a thousand needles, and I couldn't help but wonder how my life would have been different if she were still alive.

To behold who he once was and realise he was no more. Visions of him, grey and eerily stiff, occlude my dreams at night. They’re often bleak and dreary when he can’t speak to me. Sometimes, I dream of when his coffin was lowered into the ground. I recollect pixelated prints of his cold figure, desolate and insentient. Those are the days I wake up happy.

The only wake-up call waiting for them was that I was just a broke college student who couldn't even afford rent. My lips parted, but no words came. Instead, a tired sigh slipped out as I sank deeper into his hold. I was so confused. Hades…what do you even want from me? The thought lingered, as I shut my eyes. I wasn’t sure, but I could’ve sworn I heard him chuckle, just before everything faded into darkness. *** I always had this dream. In the dream, I was dying, just like my mother, father, and elder brother

Then, slowly, she shook her head. “Kendrick…” Her voice trembled. “Nilah is dead.” The words hit harder this time. Not like before, not distant or confusing, but sharp and immediate, as though they were forcing their way into something I had already begun to deny. “No,” I said automatically, the refusal coming without thought. “No, that’s not true. I just...” I stopped myself, my brows knitting together as I tried to make sense of it. “It was just a dream. A dream." I repeated, as if I was trying to make myself believe.