Dream Someone Crying 소설 & 이야기

“Amara?” I find myself biting the inside of my cheek again, stopping myself from throwing up. The dream isn’t familiar to me. I can’t decipher if it’s a memory or something that my mind just made up. The eyes, though, they looked so real to me, like I was actually there. Sniffing softly, the tears stream my face now, I don’t understand why. I don’t particularly find the dream sad, more like I was confused. My heart thinks otherwise though, since tears were falling from my eyes and I don’t think they would stop anytime soon.

The dream was so real that I found myself crying, even though I knew that it was just a figment of my imagination. As I composed myself, I began to wonder if the dream was a sign of something. Was it my subconscious trying to tell me that something was wrong? Or was it just a random occurrence that held no meaning at all? The uncertainty of it left me restless, and I found it hard to go back to sleep.

"I think I'm the only one who thinks like that, to be honest when you mention your name, I'm sure you're the same person as the one in my dream yesterday" "dream? You mean you dream of someone you've never even met before?” Billy said. “Yeah, that's weird. I also can't believe that what's in my dream exists in real life." "Do you remember what your dream was?" "No, I don't remember how the dream went, but I remember everything in it and I remember in my dream, a man was crying hysterically because he saw me die" “Wait, does that mean you saw yourself die in your dream?” Billy said.

PHEW “It was just a dream” I mouthed as I gently lay my head back on my bed and tried to doze off again. For a while I couldn't, but even when I managed to drift off, all I could see was Kayla, coming to my bed; crying profusely like she had lost a great fortune. I tried to imagine or probably change my dream to something else, but Kayla's crying face kept popping. How can I drift off to some peaceful slumber when all I dream off is Kayla and her sad face?

You stopped with the rubs, but you wrapped both of your arms on me instead, as if securing me inside your arm from anything that could harm me. Then, I brought my hands in my face. I buried my face in there instead as my sobs became louder. I, myself, is not that certain why I am crying like this. You already said that what happened from the past few days were all part of the prank. Even those hallucinations I thought I had. I got tricked. End of discussion. So, why am I crying as if I still have those thoughts that burdens me? Why am I crying as if you will leave me soon? Why am I crying as if what I had dreamt about was a sign for what will happen to you soon when you clearly eviscerate th

My voice break, sobbing loudly as I hugged his body so tight. Tears were falling worse than a typhoon down my cheek. "Help! Help! Please! Help us!" I screamed desperately as I let myself cried loud. I could not believe it. I do not even know if I am seeing the reality. I do not even know if this is a horrible dream. Please, somebody wake me up. Please...

I sat down in the bench and closed my eyes while feeling the cold wind. Hade…Dark Hades…its Christmas today. I dreamt last night that I was with you. You were here with me in that dream. We were so happy and peaceful. We were so in love in that dream. I was so happy. You were so happy. You kissed me in that dream and you whispered ‘I love you’ to me. I wanna stay in that dream forever but I wake up with my tears on my eyes. My dream was so happy but why do I woke up with tears in my eyes?

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.

Just the thought of that hurts my heart. I stir from my fitful sleep and notice my cheeks are wet. Was I crying in my sleep? This is worse than I thought. I get up to go shower again. I can only imagine what my face looks like if I was crying. I let the scalding water make my whole body red as I try to wash away the sadness my dreams brought on. When I can’t stall anymore, I hop out and get dressed then step back into Cam’s room noticing both of them are standing in the middle of the room waiting for me, clearly having a conversation over their mindlink.

A face I had never seen. Yet somehow knew. The sight made my chest ache. Why? Why did it hurt? Why did I feel like crying? Why did I miss him? The stranger stepped forward. His mouth moved. I couldn't hear the words. Then everything shattered. …. I woke before dawn. Breathing hard. My face wet. Tears. I was crying. Again. I didn't understand why. The dream already felt blurry. Slipping away. But one feeling remained. A terrible feeling. A lonely feeling.