Dream Someone Crying Novels & Stories

Panic had gripped me, and I rushed to his side, my hands shaking as I tried to help him. I vividly remembered trying to get him to sit down, frantically pouring water into a glass to ease his distress. But then, the unthinkable happened. In my dream, he had slipped away from me, his body growing still and lifeless. The sight had been too much to bear, and I had screamed, a cry of anguish and despair tearing through the air.

She cries even more. I dream about the man on the gurney. I dream about his gaping wounds and the agony in his voice. I dream about the terror in his eyes. I dream about him dying and having his blood on my hands. I cry. Not only in my dream, but in my sleep as well, and I wonder why I cried about a complete stranger and not about my father. Maybe I knew that my mother needed to cry more than I did, and I knew that she needed me to be strong for her.

I dreamt of my sister a few hours into my sleep, I saw Scarlett pregnant with a child and tears flowing down her cheeks. In my dream, I ran up to her asking what had happened to her and her reasons for crying and she said nothing to me. She looked at me with her face swollen like she was beaten by someone and I ended up shedding tears with her. We hug each other and I kiss her on her cheeks.

Scared, not for myself, but for him. The water had been so…vast. Everything had happened quickly. The images had come as if I was trying to watch a film that was on fast forward. I had woken up with tears in my eyes. Only once have I ever had a dream in which I woke up crying and the following week, I received terrible news about my grandmother's death.

Dad would surely accept me, if I tell him that I was ready to ascend his business. But, I would haven't been able to face myself, to be proud myself.I could never be happy. I could feel the warm and salty tears, which were touching my lips. There are only few times that a guy cries. When his loved ones leave him and when he is broken inside with no thought of getting back upright. I was crying because my dreams were all shattered. "Why are you crying? You look pathetic,"I heard a strong and gorgeous voice from the side. That voice wasn't beautiful but it was captivating and so influential.

I woke up, I was in bed rather than beside the gutter, I was sticky and I looked at myself to see that I was sweating profusely; it was like I was poured a bucket of water. My heart was beating loud in my chest and I was panting, I felt something on my face and I reached my hand to touch my cheek and I felt something liquid, I was crying, I was crying in the dream and I cried it out. Wait, in the dream, it was a dream, it was all a dream! Adrian is alive, he died in my dream but he is alive.

Before I sat up in bed, I shook my head and took a deep breath. "W-Who are you? Why do I see you in my dreams?" I whispered. "Why am I crying? Why am I nervous? What do you have to do with my life? " Looking at him made me want to cry. When he saw me crying, he panicked even more, but I didn't let him near me. "Answer me! Who are you? Why do I see you every time I sleep? Why?! What do you have to do with my life?! " I cried and yelled at him.

Sometimes, mates call out to each other through dreams. After that, I looked forward to seeing her in my dreams every night. But the dreams always made me sad because she was always crying. Her eyes held a lot of pain. I never saw her full face. It was just her back and most times; she would be hiding out in the dark and all I'd see would be her silhouette. But there was a massive force pulling me to her lonely self. It made me wanna go find her and save her from whatever and whoever was hurting her.

They slid down my cheeks and soaked into my pillow. I cried for Todd. I cried for Dad. I cried for Mom. I cried for myself. And at some point, the crying stopped. The exhaustion took over. Sleep pulled me under. But it wasn't peaceful. There were dreams. Dark ones. Todd on the ground. Denver's voice on the phone. The sound of a phone smashing. The feel of Todd's cold hand in mine.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —