Dream Someone Crying Novels & Stories

There was no one in the room, aside Ragner, whose voice was the last thing I heard and the very thing that pulled me out of the horrifying dream. “Aria…why are you crying?” he probed, taking a seat beside me on the bed. The tears from the dream were real, as real as their presence felt. I was terribly shaken–visibly. My hands trembled and it took me a few minutes to accept their absence and the fear of what they may be passing through. “Ragner!” I flung my arms around him, breaking down in tears. “My babies,” I sobbed like I was about their age in Ragner’s arms.

He sat up and leaned back against the headboard of his bed, panting and frustratedly rubbing his face with his hand. "F*ck!" he hissed as he remembered his dream. Carnation is standing in the church's massive doorway, dressed in a bridal gown. . . and crying. He unconsciously rubbed his palm against his face once more. Damn! What was the meaning of that dream? It's confusing as hell. He didn't want to give meaning to his dream, he reasoned, and wondered if his brain cells hadn't moved on from Wregan's bad jokes from the day before. But it was difficult to ignore his dream. Why did Carnation cry in his dream? He was in a state of extreme frustration and was thinking in his dream. Luca lost hi

She reached out her hands to wipe the tears at the corners of his eyes and said in a gentle voice, "How can it be? Where I am, where your home is." He looked away awkwardly, bit his lower lip and didn't say anything. "Soon, you will be five years old and be a little adult. Stop crying. Otherwise, I will also feel sad." She stared at his big red eyes and softened her voice more. Finally, he looked up to meet her gaze as he sobbed. "I’m having dreams these days." She asked, "Nightmares?" His eyelashes were wet with tears, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's. "I dreamed that you and Big Demon didn't come to see Ollie and me and that you abandoned us..."

Darkness overwhelms and I lose myself into the sinking abyss. I blink open my eyes and immediately sit up. Looking around myself, I let out a breath as I realise that it was a dream. A nightmare. It felt so real and so heart-breaking to watch him claim another. I whimper at the memory and feel wetness on my cheeks. Lifting my hand to my cheeks, I feel tears running down my cheeks. Giving in to the urge, I sob silently, covering my face with my hands and propping them on my knees.

My father and uncle stood together, their expressions haunted by sorrow. "Dad? Uncle?" I called out, but my voice echoed without a response. Suddenly, their eyes met mine, filled with sadness. They seemed to share a secret, then silence stretched, and then a mournful cry pierced the air. The scene shifted, and I witnessed a heartbreaking scene. One of them, I couldn't discern who lay lifeless on the ground, surrounded by blood and people t. The others wept, their tears blending with the damp earth below. Before I could comprehend the meaning of this surreal vision, the dream twisted into a nightmare. The once serene clearing transformed into a battlefield. The air was thick with the metallic

I really had to stop doing this before this man would get the idea that I was giving him soft signs. I stood still for a while and crossed my arms. "You should really stop," I said as I crossed my arms covering my breasts and hoping that he wont see how fast my heart was beating. "I cant though. I have been having these nightmares," he said softly. "I keep seeing flames, I hear someone screaming and then, I see a woman crying. I cant tell who the woman is but she is sobbing and then I hear vows. Beautiful vows."

Then he wakes up in the middle of a dream; panic is caught in the air, and his mouth is still screaming. "Ryan, Ryan." Clara squatted up, her face still a little sleepy. "What's up? Dreaming of a nightmare?" I was breathing fast; my heart was still aching, the feeling in the dream still didn't go away, and the pain was just like the real thing. Clara looked at me, a little startled. "Why are you crying with tears on your face?"

I replied. " What are they about?" He asked. " Why do you have to cry so much in your sleep?" He continued. " It's about a little girl being chased by some people, I have no idea who she is but the people chasing her had killed her parents and they wanted to kill her as well. So I feel so sorry for her " I explain. I didn't understand it myself. Sometimes my dreams were calm and lovely. I would dream about a totally strange place filled with nothing but happiness and laughter, and the same little girl would be running around, playing games, and having fun...

he chuckled softly, proud of his little girl's achievements. Eventually, he decided it was time to sleep. As he drifted off into a deep slumber, Daniel found himself experiencing a peculiarly vivid and unsettling dream. The sound of a girl weeping with heart-wrenching sorrow reverberated in his ears. Unable to discern the source of the crying, he cautiously approached the distressed figure. The closer he got, the clearer he saw that it was Luna, and shockingly, his own reflection stood before her. While Luna crying and shouting, "why are you doing this to me, what exactly I've done to you to suffer like this? Let me go."

Climbing in bed I try to sleep, but my mind is stuck, stuck between wishing I hadn't stopped Marcus, and then worried about Katy, what did they fall out over that caused her to run? An hour passes by as my mind wanders until I become too exhausted to keep my eyes open, the dreams are vivid, I feel like I am crying in my sleep, my body shaking. Why am I having dreams now? Why are they showing me Jackson and Marcus locked up and getting hurt? I don't sleep well, I try to wake up from the dreams but struggle to, so they plague me all night, waking up it is morning, and my eyes are soaked from the tears, so I was crying.