Dead Loved One In Dream Novels & Stories

Halo looked at him now. "In the dream, I saw my mom. But not how she was when she was alive. She was bent over the car, blood all over her head. And then.....father. Lying in a coffin, all dried up. He didn't scare me, but it felt wrong. Like my head was dragging me to places I didn't want to visit anymore."

As he picked up the empty plate, the words slipped out of me before I even realized I had spoken. "I ... had a dream." He paused and looked at me. The way he stopped startled me. No one in this entire pack had ever paused just to listen to me. "What kind of dream?" he asked softly. I swallowed "I saw my mother." His eyes widened not with mockery or disbelief but with a kind of reverence. "Dreams of the dead," he muttered," are really meaningful." The room suddenly felt warmer. I sat on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest as I tried to explain..

The dream where I die after an arrow is shot into my chest by a person I cannot see. In this dream, I am killed by someone who I feel this insane love for. I cannot see their face but their voice sounds familiar. I know exactly who they are in the dream, I yell out their name as the arrow pierces my heart but then once I wake up, I forget the name I yet even though the sense of betrayal stays with me all day like a dark gloomy cloud that I cannot shake off. If Mama D Leaves who would calm me down when I have my full moon nightmare?

His heart rate began to slow as the nightmare slowly faded, shrinking back into his subconscious, lurking, and ready to strike again whenever he sleeps. "Oh, it is just a dream. Your mind is still dealing with the lost" she comforted him. "This was like no ordinary dream. It was so real and really terrifying" he said folding his hands around his chest. As if a window was open, a sudden chill swept through him, cutting on the marrow of his bones. She pulled him in for a shallow embrace; he rested his head on her full bare chest. "You know when people die; it becomes our responsibility to remember them" consoling him, she continued "So what was this nightmare about?"

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

My father and uncle stood together, their expressions haunted by sorrow. "Dad? Uncle?" I called out, but my voice echoed without a response. Suddenly, their eyes met mine, filled with sadness. They seemed to share a secret, then silence stretched, and then a mournful cry pierced the air. The scene shifted, and I witnessed a heartbreaking scene. One of them, I couldn't discern who lay lifeless on the ground, surrounded by blood and people t. The others wept, their tears blending with the damp earth below. Before I could comprehend the meaning of this surreal vision, the dream twisted into a nightmare. The once serene clearing transformed into a battlefield. The air was thick with the metallic

I kept on walking forward trying to know who it was. I got closer and saw someone kneeling beside another body that was Lying on the floor. I felt a shiver run down my spine, knowing that I was about to see someone’s death. I stood behind the crying girl, her sobs becoming more audible, and I gasped realizing who it was. I walked closer to see that the person on the floor was Cyrus, and Kayla was kneeling beside him. Cyrus was dead. I had remembered having a similar dream to this, but it did not happen. Realization hit me, last time I had this same dream, Kayla was not with Cyrus in reality, but right now, she was with him and I had a feeling his death was going to be inevitable.

" The family members nodded once more, their collective resolve strengthening. They understood that by burying their father on time, they could provide closure not only for themselves but also for their departed loved one. Later that night, Elena fell into a deep sleep, only to find herself in a vivid dream. In this dream, she stood before her late father, a figure of strength and love. A gentle breeze carried his whispers as he looked upon her with a sense of pride and longing. In the dream, Elena's heart overflowed with emotions she had long suppressed. Tears streamed down her face as she embraced her father, feeling his presence once again. With trembling words, she made a solemn promise,

I woke up to the darkness that surrounded me, my heart beating faster than ever before. It was just a dream, but the pain was so real that it felt like a living nightmare. I closed my eyes and tried to shake off the thoughts that consumed me since I had seen her lifeless face but I couldn't escape them. In my dream, I saw her again. She was as beautiful as ever, but her eyes were lifeless. She was dead. And I couldn't help but feel responsible for her death.

As I grappled with the echoes of the dream, I sought the counsel of an old confidant, my steadfast friend, Carlile. In the dimly lit chamber that served as our makeshift sanctuary, I recounted the vivid details of the dream to Carlile. The air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken truths, and Carlile, ever perceptive, absorbed the gravity of the situation. The lines etched on his weathered face bore witness to a shared history, one marred by the shadows that clung to my existence. "So, you see it too—the inevitable end that awaits me in those dreams," I confessed, my words laden with a mixture of resignation and determination.