Dream Mother Dying Novels & Stories

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

Tanner scoffed and looked away, obviously jealous. Tanya laughed. "Don't tell me ya jealous,Tan." "Me? Jealous? Why?" Tan asked, totally denying it. Tanya laughed again as they both walked out of the room together. * * "I had the dream again mom." Tanya sighed as she sat with her mom in her office. Morena looked up at her daughter from the files she was trying to sort out. "What was the dream again?" "The storm dream. It happened again and many people died,mom. It looked so real." Tanya said, looking so serious.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

She said, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her. She held my hand as we both took slow strides down the hallway. “What’s going on, baby?” She asked, looking at my face. “I just finished talking to my mother. She told me she had a terrible dream.” “Really? What did she see?” She asked, paying rapt attention to me. “She saw me in a large, deep pit when it was raining. She tried reaching out to me, did everything she could but couldn’t save me until she woke up.” I explained.

The last thing I saw before darkness took over and I slipped into a dream world was Lula's concerned face. **In the dream, I found myself in a world both familiar and alien. A hazy mist shrouded everything, yet through it, I could see a woman running desperately. I didn't know why, but I felt an unshakeable certainty that this woman was my mother. Clutched in her arms was a newborn baby. Her face was etched with exhaustion and terror as she fled from a ghostly, demonic creature hot on her heels.

What a long dream this is, where a lifetime of karma is all muddled, with only the sharp pain of the poison distinctly clear. It’s truly hurts, as if thousands of ants are gnawing from her stomach, spreading throughout her body, acutely aware of death's approach. Elinor thinks: Had I known, I would have chosen a less painful way to die. In the dream, something seems to press on her chest, making it hard to breathe, so she coughs, finally managing to open her eyes with great effort. But what she sees next terrifies her.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

📖 The Mother standing before her children. ❤️ ⸻ For the first time… She spoke. ⸻ “Never wake me.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The Father frowned. ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ The Mother smiled sadly. 💔 ⸻ “Because dreams end when the dreamer wakes.” ⸻ 😱😱😱 ⸻ The memory exploded. 💥 ⸻ 🌙 The Horrifying Truth The city froze. No one spoke.

Oh yeah, glad I can still surprise you, he said, kissing my head. We stayed there, listening to the waterfall. Wrapped in Cadmus's arms and surrounded by peace, I felt my eyes grow heavy. Slowly, sleep pulled me under, my mind starting to drift. The warmth faded as the world around me dissolved and shadows crept in. Suddenly, that comfort twisted, and the dream became a nightmare… You, she shouted, will die, slow, by my hand. My mom.

I thought random sex was all I needed, but I was so wrong it’s almost funny. I close my eyes, allowing my body to relax as Grace’s breathing becomes heavier while she goes back to sleep. I don’t know how long it took me to sleep, but when I do, the nightmares come back crashing. The scream leaves Grace’s mouth with the terror on her face while her mother is dead on the floor. Her eyes blame me while she falls on her knees, crying over her dead mother’s body.