Dream Someone Crying Novels & Stories

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was, the dream still clinging to me like cobwebs. My room. I was in my room. Dawn light filtered through the window, pale and cold. I sat up slowly, my body aching from sleeping on the floor before dragging myself to bed. The dreams lingered in my mind, vivid and strange. Look within. The crying child. What did it mean? Were they just nightmares, my mind processing the trauma of yesterday? Or something more? I pressed my hands to my face, trying to steady my breathing. My fingers came away wet. I'd been crying in my sleep. What sort of dream was that?

“Why are you crying?” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t explain. I just kept sobbing. He rushed to my side, kneeling in front of me. “Hey, hey, hey—what’s wrong? Did someone call you? Did something happen?” I shook my head quickly, but the tears didn’t stop. I curled in on myself, holding my knees, unable to stop shaking. “It was just a dream,” I finally choked out. “Just a stupid dream.”

"You fucking useless brat! Wasting my time where I could have made money but instead, I had to come and pick a nobody like you up...." "Oliver! Complete that sentence and I will hurt you son or not! You don't get to talk to Samantha like that!" Grandpa shouted and I could tell his anger from his fist. "Whatever Patrick! Don't ask me to take her again in fact why don't you put her up for adoption." My father says and with each word, he says I feel my eyes blur from tears. Not even my father wants me. Waking up I noticed that I was crying. Why do I always get sad dreams or nightmares?

“Daddy!!!” (STOP IT!!!!!) ~~~~~~ I shoot up in bed, what is going on? I feel tears streaming down my face and my pillow is damp with sweat. I look over to my mate and the dread is coming down in waves. Her tears are flowing freely in her sleep, and she is calling for her dad. My heart is breaking, what could she be dreaming?

"What happened to your eyes?" I froze. My eyes are still kinda swollen, but it's better than yesterday. I shrugged my shoulders. "I just dreamed of Liam. It made me cry." "Why?" I stared at him, shocked. "What do you mean why?" "I mean, why," he paused and looked into my eyes. "Alex told us that you never cry whenever you dream of Liam. You will just smile and thank him for visiting you in your sleep. So, why did you cry?" They know me very well. I don't wanna cry again, so I sucked my breath, restraining my tears as I sipped on my coffee.

I lift my head up to find him and Donald staring back at me with evil smirks. I jolt awake and look around my room. I touch the spot next to me and find it empty. Tears stream down my face, and I pull my legs to my chest and rock back and forth trying to calm down. This dream is worse than the others. I wipe my tears and grab my phone on the bedside counter. I dial Tay's number and place the phone on my ear. It rings and goes to voicemail causing me to cry more. I need to know that the dream wasn't real, it can't be real.

The man was ridding her roughly. "yes, screamed my name.., louder" he groaned. They both went wild in the room. The soundproof did a good job as her noisy weird screams filled in every corner of the room. * After hours of crazy sex, Nicki slumped her eyes shot as darkness consumed her. Alex pulled his long dick out of her planting his eyes at her core. He flecked to the camera on the wall with a visible smirk. * He crushed his lips on her breast giving it a bit"ahhh" she moaned in her sleep.

Because if I start crying about how much I love this little boy, I will never stop. "I had a bad dream." ‘Join the club, sweetheart.’ "Tell me about it." "Papa was crying." My breath catches. Because of course, he was. Of course, my three-year-old son is dreaming about his father's tears while I'm lying here pretending I don't hear Hunter pacing the hallway at two in the morning. "It was just a dream, Caesar." "But why was he crying in my dream?" ‘Because he's destroying us. Because he loves us so much that he's suffocating us with it. Because your father is broken in ways that I don't know how to fix.’