Dreams Of Me Dying Novels & Stories

She called out calmly. "Where did you find this girl from? She's slow," Lucien chuckled as he fell back on the couch. "In all consideration, you died but came back with a spirit looking for closure," She answered my question. "Now you are inflicted with dreams of the person's death, so that you can remember yours. Right now your memory is blank," "No, my dreams are about my death. I die in the dream," "You experience the person die, it's not you. never you," She replied.

Her lifeless eyes stared back at me, a haunting reminder of the nightmare that had just consumed me. I shudder, wrapping my arms around myself as I try to calm down. It's been a while since Diane's death, but the pain of losing her still cuts deep. And now, with this new dream, the pain was just as fresh as ever. I can't help but wonder if my nightmares are a sign of something more. I shake my head, trying to push those thoughts aside. I can't let myself spiral into paranoia. But the memory of Nyx's appearance in my dream lingers, and I can't help but wonder if it's a warning of some kind.

"I don't know how it happened but you killed him. There's just one problem, you-" "Died" I completed the statement for him and he nodded. "How many times did you have that dream?" I asked.He sighed. "I lied. Last night wasn't the only time I dreamt of it. I've dreamt this same dream thrice. I never finish the dream. After you die, I see my sister sitting in a coffee shop. She looks a few years older. She sees someone and the shock on her face is hard to miss. I never get to see who she's looking at"

Thankfully, I just wanted this darn meeting to be over. I felt angry and exhausted, not from the long, tiring ride, but in Killian's absence. I couldn't even hide my disappointment. What happened? Why did he suddenly just change his mind? I decided to divert my attention elsewhere, such as to the recurring dreams I'd been having. My dreams were always the same, where I constantly found myself in an unknown surrounding, in the middle of what seemed like a bloody war, with chaos all around me, people dying and the sounds of people screaming all around. And there in my arms laid a woman, dead.

“This is so frustrating. How could Allen have planned this? I mean he has the Lycan Lord's blood flowing through his veins but c'mon, everyone knows that Allen is just vicious but not this smart.” I remained quiet, still going up and down. Sweat dripping off my face, my eyes fixed on the sand like it was some enemy— my nightmares. I have been having this strange dreams recently where everyone I care about died, and by everyone I meant Raven and in her arms was a child and some creepy woman who keeps reminding me that I'm a failure masked in beauty and fragrance. “Can you believe it?” Zeke's voice came back. I zoned out a long time ago.

“I had a very sad dream and it felt so real because I woke up with tears in my eyes and I felt so depressed then.” “What did you dream about?” I can’t help but ask. “I saw my own self lifeless on the ground, like an episode when I had overdose and there were drugs scattered on the floor. I saw my mum crying trying to wake me up as she was calling for my older sister and it felt so creepy because I was standing there staring at my own self. I honestly thought I was dead the moment I woke up.” “I had the same dream too, before I came here.” I admitted.

I needed no one to tell me what his dreams were all about. It was all over him and it kinda made me sweaty. Geez! His dream was about how I was killed in my past life. Was the universe trying bro play some kind of weird game with me because none of it seemed to make any sense.

I dared meet his gaze, only to find comfort in his eyes. This voice in my head told me I could trust him. That he wouldn’t judge me if I told him my secret. Which led me to say what I was afraid to utter to anyone for weeks. “I think I’m going crazy… I’m having these dreams… of death. Rivera, Corina… I’ve seen how they died.”

But instead of grabbing the lifeline he'd just offered, I decided to come clean with him. I found myself breathing slower and steadier. My shoulders dropped slightly. My hands finally stilled in my lap. I looked at him again, and this time I felt something in me soften. I could not explain why, but his words made me feel safer. Safe enough that the words slipped out of me before I could stop them. “It is the dream,” I admitted. My voice was small, but it did not shake. “It has been happening more and more. It does not stop. I see myself in a coffin. Again and again. Like I am already dead, like I have no way out.”

I won’t find her until I die. I search her eyes, my hands trembling as I cup her face. My voice is hoarse, cracking. “ It’s a dream. ” It has to be. Because my Elita is not coming back. Not now. Not ever. Pain erupts in every part of me. It consumes me, drowns me, chokes me. And no one is there to help me out, no one to save me from it. But she is here, crying, sniffling, biting her lip.