Dream Someone Crying Novels & Stories

I wake up from each doze sweating and panting from the nightmares. Lately, I've found myself laughing dryly for no reason, talking to myself and hallucinating. One second, I could be on the bed and the next I find myself sitting on the ground in front of the door. I think I'm going crazy, and it scares the fuck out of me. I'm tired of being all cooped up in a place with no one except my scary dreams and insane imaginations. "Please Dylan," I say to myself and my eyes begin to water, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dylan." The tears start to fall and I sob uncontrollably.

I just don’t want to voice it now because he doesn’t remember anything but I want him to stay away from the girl that’s not me. I lay down myself over the bed while thinking deeply until those thoughts lead me to a dream. In that dream, I am carrying Alqamar’s son. I was smiling and I can see the happiness in those eyes. And there I saw Alqamar embracing me from behind while he peeked at our son’s face. He kissed my cheek lovingly and I smiled so wide that I can feel the tears forming both side of my eyes. I woke up with a knock outside of my door. I felt tears in the side of my eyes and I remember my dream. It was a happy dream but why am I crying over it? Is it because in our situation rig

He was very happy and gave her the blessings while going out. The train started leaving the station after two minutes and for Navi, it was like she was leaving behind her heart but she promised herself to get her man back with a bang and make him realize what a rot he was. She chuckled to herself. Taking out the earphones she plugged in her ears and started listening to soft music, "looking into my eyes, you see what you mean to me…." Bryan Adams, her one of the favorite singers, with closed eyes. She was awoken by the call from Anamika, both chatted for sometime and then promised to stay in touch. After talking to her, she drifted back to soft sleep in her chair. Another four hours and she'

If this dream makes me happy, I’d rather live in dreams than deal with the reality. Tears ran down my face as I look at him, smiling widely at me. I’m very happy – so much happy that these tears won’t even stop to fall from my eyes. “Hey, don’t cry.” His voice is so soft and comforting. His hand wiped the tears on my face. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” He bit his lip. I tried to smile but it turned out so bad because I was still crying ugly. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”

"Rain...baby, wake up...I'm here, it's just a dream..." The fear overwhelmed me, the chance of losing him felt very real. My body shook, my hand trembled when I try to reach for his face. I was trying to make sure that he was real, that it was just my dream. Cause it felt so surreal, the sadness washes over me in one go. I was shaking in his arms, I was crying for his loss. It terrify me to the greatest extent, even more than with Don. And that piece of fact scares the shit out of me.

The two eyebrows were furrowed, the forehead was gradually covered with thin layers of sweat, the slightly pale lips made a sound of sobbing, as if she wanted to say something: “Don’t... Please don’t leave me alone...please mom...” The faint sound gradually became clearer and turned into a pitiful cry. “Ah...don’t kill her! NO DON’T!” Alice let out a scream and got up. Her big eyes opened wide to let the tears roll down. She was breathing heavily after that dream. “Hah...hah...hah...” Someone outside heard a scream and rushed in. “Oh my god! My lady Alice! What’s happened? Why are you crying? Are you hurt anywhere?" Alice panicked and gasped. Tears have left her eyes blurry, and she was unab

The wedge up tears that has been in my eyes stoop down my cheek in stead. Everyone is still silent not knowing what to do or say as the only thing they did was to look at me. I sniffed and I let the words blurt out without thinking of it " I had a very tragic dream." Their eyes still fixed on me, expecting me to continue, I sniffed again as I continue when they seems to remain stoic. "It was very tragic and complicating I must say, I can't afford to think of it but I keeps in replaying now like a movie that is fasted back repeatedly. It's.... "

Is her life really bound to be like this? Maybe bad luck loves to stay with me. Krysie blinked her eyes when it's starting to blur. Her hand reached for her cheek only to find out it's wet, she didn't notice she's already crying. She wiped it off and inhaled deeply. I wish this is just a nightmare. Maybe... I'm just having a bad dream.

"I don't want to lose what we have now, but I'm so scared—so unbelievably terrified that this is all just another cruel act to get something from me, or that I'll soon wake up to find this has all just been a nasty dream." At these words, a single tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, until they were pouring freely from his eyes. But I knew deep down that this was merely what I desperately wanted to see—after all, the Rominic in my dreams would weep so freely, while the real Rominic would never cry so easily.

“How did you know I’m crying?” “I can’t see, but I know you do.” She wiped the tears on my cheeks with her tiny hands. “Why are you crying?” she hiccupped. “Because you’re crying, and you're not stopping,” I forced a chuckle. “Why are you crying? Did you have a bad dream?” She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder. “I saw Lexi falling and dying in my dream,” she pursed her lips and sighed. “In my sleep, I can see my sisters, but I always see Lexi dying.”