Dream Sad Novels & Stories

I don't even remember doing any of this, I am totally blacked out. Have you ever been so hurt that it almost feel like the sadness is about to burst out of your body? Like your veins are going to explode. That the pain won't ever leave you, it will be with you always, like a fucking shadow following you around . My whole body feels heavy, too heavy for me to carry it. Images of kayden occupied my mind, he's laughing, joking, playing around, singing out of tune on purpose, dancing like a chicken, filming something, taking pictures, Kayden leaving, me finding him, him crying his eyes out, Kayden, Kay , Kay.

I didn't said anything I went back to my room I started drinking I don't know how many bottles I drank now iam totally drunken I seen someone standing beside my bed its weirdo why this girl not even leaving me even in my dreams but I pulled her wrist she fallen on me I sat beside her and looking at my weird dream with this weirdo I tugged her hair behind her ear she is looking at me nervously she is leaving i hugged her tightly and said "dont" she stayed calm (Alan Walker - sad some times , guys listen to this song while reading this)

Diana rubbed her aching head and sat up, noticing that she had even shed a few tears in her sleep. Damn. Had she lost her mind? Why did she dream of John and Yosef together again? It was absurd. The worst part was... in the dream, she had felt genuinely sad and angry? Maybe because of the unresolved sorrow from the dream, Diana still felt quite depressed. She turned her gaze to the pillow she had dressed up as a human and gave it a punch. Stupid man.

“O-oh. S-sorry.” I just smiled at her and continued. “I badly wanted to see her again to ask her why did she do it. I terribly missed her, so I thought that lucid dreaming was my last resort to reunite with her again. The conversation don’t often make sense, but it’s still worth it since I had the chance to meet her again,” I said. “S-sorry to h-hear that,” she apologized.

Her cries ceased just as the bugs crawled away from her body leaving just bones behind. I screamed and ran and ran until I got home, slamming the door shut and locking it. I slid down to the floor and did what I've been doing for three months now. I cried. *sorry for your loss*

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.

My hands won't stop shaking. It was just a dream. But dreams come from somewhere. From fears. From guilt. From the truth we don't want to face during the day. I love them. All three of them. And loving three people means someone gets hurt. Always. "You okay?" I jump. Spin around. Sadie stands in the kitchen doorway. Hair messy. Eyes half-open. Wearing that old robe she's had since college. "Bad dream," I manage. She looks at me for a long moment. Then walks over. Pours herself water. Sits beside me.

Sadie's meticulously applied makeup was marred by her tears, giving her the appearance of a disheveled mess. "Yaslyn," Sadie whispered, "you're kind-hearted, aren't you?" Yaslyn chuckled, her lips curled in disdain as she pulled away. "You leave me be, I leave you be. I never claimed to be kind-hearted." From Yaslyn's words, Sadie realized the bleak truth—she was not going to be let off easily. Resigned, she sat on the ground, silent tears streaking her face. Fear had gripped her heart. She could not predict what would happen next. All she knew was that she was doomed.

All unanswered. Celeste, please talk to me. I’m so sorry. I miss you. No response. Nothing. My heart sinks deeper with each message I read, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I might actually lose her. For real this time. And I don’t know how to fix it. “I just wish I could take it all back,” I whisper, mostly to myself. Sadie looks at me, her eyes soft but sad. “Me too, Tam. Me too.”