Dreaming About Someone Dying Novels & Stories

"Well, on my situation kasi puwede ko namang makita ang tao na nais ko kahit pa namatay na sila e." "Talaga? How?" Interisente niyang tanong. "I can just call them on my dreams," humina ang boses ko na sabi sa kaniya. "I can talk to them there," dugtong ko pa. "But you can't hug them and that's sad." Tinignan ko siya habang nagmamaneho ako. Bakit ba tanong siya ng tanong tungkol sa bagay na 'yon. Does she want to talk to someone? Who?

Wala akong mabasa sa mukha niyang pag-aalinlangan. “Damon! Ano ba? Binatawan m-mo ako!” For once, something scared me again. Nakita ko kung gaano na kalalim ang pagkakabaon ng bubog sa dibdib niya. Halos umikot ang paningin ko dahil doon. “If I can permit someone to kill me, I would rather permit you. I want to die in your hands. I want it to be you because you’re my beautiful dream between my horrible nightmares.”

hindi ko na siya pinatapos at tumalikod sa kanya. I accidentally fell into the well and afterwards, here I am. To a place similar to heaven! Pero napailing-iling naman ako agad sa iniisip na iyon. This guy is also here with me. Is he dead too? Or baka part lang 'to ng mga hallucinations ko since patay na ako? May nabasa akong article na visual or auditory hallucinations daw are often part of the dying experience. Confused and shocked, bakit sa lahat ng taong makikita ngayon ay siya pa?!

I honestly answered. "Have you had nightmares recently?" Huminga ako ng malalim bago sinagot ang doctor. Ayaw ko man ito sabihin sa iba, pero kailangan para gumaling ako. "Yes. But I have been having nightmares for a few months, last night, it was the most extreme one." Pag-amin ko sa kanila. "What was your nightmare all about? If you don't mind sharing, that is." "People who were killed because of me. They surrounded me." Hindi ko namalayan na lumuluha na pala ako habang sinasabi iyon. Sobrang bigat pa rin kasi sa pakiramdam, hindi ko matanggap iyon.

TODAY IS FRIDAY I have a wide smile when I get up from lying in my bed, Friday is really the day I've been waiting for the most and I don't know why. I got up from my bed and immediately went to my vanity to check my face, because I dreamed of Vyzion last night and it seemed real that he kissed me on the forehead.

It was the same thing that had happened to me. “I experienced that scenario too. Before you guys came to me, someone in my dreams approach me and did something horrible to me. But group of people came and killed them, I saw it with my own two eyes. Then after I woke up, they really died in the same place where I saw them in my dreams. If I had already woke up, I can still save them.” I explained. Yaela’s eyes widened as well as Yuna.

And Lucas seemed to notice that something was bothering her, which explains how he held onto her waist. “Si Mama?” her voice cracked when she remembered that vivid image of witnessing her mother’s death. She was powerless then, she couldn’t move since she was also restricted by the bomb. It made her numb. “Nasa’n si Mama? Napanaginipan ko siya... wala na raw siya. In that dream, I also saw you bathing in your own blood. Lucas, it was horrifying!” She wanted to believe that it was just a dream. After all, everything occurred drastically. No, she didn’t want to believe that it was a dream, she realized that it’s supposed to be a dream. She was just having a really, really, bad nightmare last n

But every time I closed my eyes— I saw flashes again. Gunfire. Smoke. Explosions. And him. That faceless man. Calling me Aly over and over again like losing me would destroy him completely. I pressed both hands against my head tightly. “Who are you?” I whispered. My chest hurt. Actually hurt. Like grief without explanation. And somehow deep down I knew. The man in the dream wasn’t a stranger. He was connected to me. Connected to the life I lost. Then suddenly another image flashed through my mind.

He gently said. Omoghad! Lord if this is a dream please don't wake me up. This is the dream that I want to stay forever, so please Lord stay like this if possible freeze this moment forever. I'm dying to have this in my life.

Another bad dream, it's been five days now since she died but the regret and grief remain chasing him even in his dreams. Wala pang naging maayos na tulog si Art simula ng gabing iyon, napa-pagod na siya sa mga nangyayari subalit hindi niya maaaring ihinto ang kaniyang buhay. He has to live, he has to work and be good at it to avoid another death.