Dream Mother Dying Novels & Stories

All through the first episode, we were chatting but we later on started following up and I must say the show was really a good one. I woke up from a bad dream and found Timi trying to get me to keep calm and reassuring me that he was there. I started having these dreams when Kadmia died but they were occasional. I just woke up screaming or grasping for breath all the time but I couldn’t remember what happened in the dream. The last time I had it was the night I spent at Timi’s place. I really wish I could remember the dreams, maybe it could help but I didn’t. I wasn’t in the mood to talk so I just back on Timi’s chest till I fell asleep again.

Damian mindlink to me as he adds bathe bombs in the water for her. "I don't know...but we made her a promise and we must keep it." He looks at her. "Does she always have such intense dreams like that or is it her first?" He enters the tub stretching his arms for me to give her to him as I did while I settled at the opposite side. "Princess? Have you had such dreams before?" She lay on Damian who wash her with a soapy loofah. "No. I usually have dreams of things ahead but never one of death. You both died while I watch and h-he was about to take me away and claim our babies."

Using the intense scent she’s left behind I follow it with urgency. ____________________ Dorian’s POV I know I am dreaming. I must be dreaming. Because my mother died years ago, yet now I see her… Still, the pain feels so real. Her favourite belt stings my skin even as I lay asleep dreaming, and I cry out in heartbreak. My dream has taken me to some of my darkest childhood memories. And I once again become that small little boy, useless, pathetic, and helpless, crying out for his mother’s forgiveness, as she mercilessly whips me again, and again and again.

Moving back step by step I found myself out of the room and entering my room. Flinging my bag and assets somewhere across the room I jumped on my bed as I buried my head deep in my pillow with more tears streaming down my eyes and wetting my pillow. I can’t believe my mother just died, this isn’t suppose to happen. How exactly did it happened? Had she know she wouldn’t have went for groceries. Who could have done this to her? Is it possible she was killed? I need to wake up from this dream. I can’t lose my mother, I just can’t lose my mother, not yet, this is all a dream. I need to wake up.

“You are so cruel to me. I wonder why you didn’t allow me just to die and be gone. Why? Why didn’t you take me to the afterlife?” I sobbed as I stood from the bed. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. Why would the Moon goddess choose to make a mockery of my life? I was betrayed and murdered, yet she claimed to have been good by giving me a life I knew nothing about. It’s been weeks now, and I keep having the same dream over and over again. It’s more or less a nightmare at this point. What better explains you seeing yourself as a key player in a situation you were never present at first?

"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-"

One thing still played upon my mind though. “Morpheus?” “Yes my love?” “What would have happened if I had been killed by Dareios?” I looked up at him as his eyes became hard with smouldering anger. I felt his body stiffen as his anger rushed through every muscle in his body and he pulled me a little closer. “If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.”

Truthfully, she was uncertain; whether it was a bad dream or a good one. Hastily, she continued while gently wiping her dampened cheeks. "It was weird...I don't know. I-I'm not sure. I saw my dead mother." "Then I guess it was a good one. Dreams are only a mere result of our imagination... our thought process. You must think a lot about her." His eyes lit up and a small smile spread over his face. Then he asked somberly, "How did she die?" "Cancer. A year ago."

Yet the second it does reach the wall it turns the same pale white. Every corner slowly being consumed by white. "Help, please I'm dying. Why do you forget?" the cry comes again. Louder this time, more crestfallen, yet familiar. It's the man, from all the earlier dreams, this isn't death it's another head trip, a dream. This almost seemed to upset me, why would that upset me. I am happy with where I am, my life couldn't be better. I just miss my mother, yes? That is it, I just wish to see my mother one more time, to say goodbye one last time.

Her tone lowered, the excitement of her pregnancy suddenly vanished in her voice. “You sound sad. Did something happen?” “No.” “Tell me, maybe I can help.” “I don't but I had a dream.” “What kind of dream?” “In my dream, I died.” “It must have been too much of the food you've been eating. I heard pregnancy makes you think and see weird things. Don't think too much of it, you won't die.” I teased but Mary was adamant. “I'm serious, Luna. In my dream, we were all dressed for a ceremony and then a loud sound broke out. Everyone was screaming and running for their lives but when I tried to run, someone scratched my neck. I bled and died.”