Dream Someone Crying Novels & Stories

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

I rushed to him and within a moment, he hugged me tightly. I was surprised. What happened to him out of a sudden? And that's when I could hear his sobs. He was crying. "Raj," I mumbled, caressing his hairs. He didn't seem to be in a good state at that time. "Raj? Raj... What happened?" I asked him. "I saw a dream, where I lost you," he replied, sobbing. I went numb. The man here, hugging me and crying loves me so much, that he rushed to see if I was okay in the middle of the night just because he saw a bad dream? Do men like him even exist?

“Mom…” And I ran—like a child lost for far too long. Their arms wrapped around me, warm and grounding. I let myself sink into them, letting the tears fall without shame. They didn’t ask questions. They just held me tighter, like they already knew my world was collapsing from the inside out. “I… I’m scared,” I whispered through sobs. “The dreams are getting worse. I can smell the blood. I can feel the cold. And every time I wake up, I feel like… I’ve lost someone I never even had the chance to save.”

someone spoke again before leaving Darla. Darla nodded her head while apologizing to several people who were looking at her. Their gazes were very sharp and it made Darla embarrassed. She didn't even realize she was delirious. Darla's finger wiped her dry tears. How could she cry in her dream? Then Darla suddenly remembered her dream and she was stunned. Darla lowered her face while biting her lower lip hard. Now she knew the reason why she was crying so hard like before. The answer is because she had a dream about her late mother.

I felt tears streaming down my eyes and a sob escaped my mouth as the memory of my dream flashed in my mind like a movie. "I saw your mate claiming you as her mate. And she even killed me to get you." Saying that my lips trembled and I could not hold myself from breaking into tears. I was crying and sobbing badly while tightening my grip around him. "Sshhh! Stop crying. It was just a bad dream. I'm all yours. No one can snatch me from you. And about the matter of killing you, while I am alive, no one can break even a single hair of yours. Let alone killing you." I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes with my tearful eyes. I was holding my tears back and the pain was still there in m

Or tried to. I must’ve fallen asleep, but later that night I woke up crying. My heart was racing. My face was soaked. So was my pillow. It took me a minute to even sit up. In the dream, I was in the hallway again. Kids were laughing at me. They yelled things like, “It’s your fault they died.” “You’re bad luck.” “Go cry to your dead parents.” I was yelling that it wasn’t me, but they didn’t care. Someone pushed me. My knees hit the ground. My throat hurt from yelling.

"It's your night. You have to figure it out." "I've been trying for two hours. She's hysterical. Something's wrong." I take her. She clings to me. Sobbing. "What's wrong, baby? What happened?" "The person. From the window. They're in my dreams. They keep trying to tell me something." "What are they trying to tell you?" "I don't know. I can't understand them. But they're so sad. So lonely. They need help." This again. The mysterious watcher. "Mira, dreams aren't real. It's just your imagination."

he called, looking down at me, “why are you crying?" Was I? I touched my face, and it came off wet. I hadn't noticed. "I…I don't know." He crouched down so we were eye level. "Talk to me. What's wrong? Did anything happen?" I couldn't explain it. Couldn't put words to this feeling, the thing crushing my chest. "I had a bad dream," I said finally. "About what?" "You were gone. You left… and didn't come back." His face changed. His confusion shifted into concern, and his hands moved to cup my cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. "It was just a dream."

Beyond my control, and this time it was a nightmare. "Alaric!" I cried and shot my eyes open, waking up from the terrible dream I had. I looked over to the window from where his scent had drawn me and saw him walking towards me in haste. He sat behind me, holding my trembling body in his arms. "A bad dream?" He asked, his hands working to soothe. I nodded but then looked at him, feeling a tear drop down my eyes. I had cried in that dream and the pain from what I saw still weighed on my chest. "What was it about?" He asked, his eyes full of concern as he slowly wiped my tears.

It was just a dream. I felt Noah wrap his arms around my waist and rub circles on my back, "What's going on, Love?" "I had a nightmare, more like a prophetic dream probably." I said. I felt the tears slowly run down my face silently. The rolled down and dropped unto Noah's shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, "You cryin?" He asked. I didn't say anything. I just stayed still. Noah pulled my back and looked at my face. He gently wiped my tears away with his thumb, "Don't cry, love. There is no need for tears. Now tell me...what was your nightmare?" He asked in concern