Dreams Of Me Dying Novels & Stories

'I want to die. If he dies, I will die with him.' This thought always seems to run through my mind day and night. A lot of mates have been separated through death. The one left alive could live through a strong will. But not me, I...I can't do this anymore. He sleeps as silent as a dead male, that I keep checking to see the rise and fall of his chest. Perhaps he dreams of vast fields and flowers, maybe even me and pups. But all I dream of is his dying eyes and his soul saying its last goodbye.

"You can't keep doing this." "Doing what?" "Not sleeping. You're running yourself into the ground." "I can't sleep." I wrapped my hands around the mug. "Every time I close my eyes, I see her dying. Different ways. Different ages. But always dying." He sat beside me. "Tell me about the dreams." "Why? So you can tell me they're just stress? Just my brain processing trauma?" I laughed bitterly. "I've heard it from the therapist. From Dr. Patel. From everyone."

When I was younger I use to dream of my wedding day, like I use to imagine how my engagement party was going to look like, I use to dream of a honeymoon and all but now all my dreams are just like dreams that I would up everyday and see the complete opposite, and I'm only doing this because of my dad. I don't mind dying Amber, I'm not afraid of death I've been through more torture than you could ever think of and at this point if things go on like this, you might just come to my room one day and find me hanging on a ceiling fan because I don't have anything to live for, so I'm sorry if I bumped into your life, but I'm not so happy that you decided to disappear on our wedding day and -" "I'm

Everything around me felt old and forgotten, like the forest was waiting for something. I found Mark crouched near a broken tree, his back turned to me, shoulders taut. He didn’t move when I approached. For a second, I wasn’t sure if he even noticed me. “She said you dream of my death,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. His head bowed lower. “Is it true?” My voice cracked. “Do you see me die in your dreams?” Silence. Then: “Yes.” I swallowed hard, My heart started to race. “How?”

“What does that mean? Don’t leave me here, please. Help me, I don't want to die. Don’t go yet, please I will do anything you ask me to do just don’t leave me here all to myself.” “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” I kept on yelling out but there was no response. I woke up to see it was a dream, more of a nightmare. My heart sank at the thought that I might die here and no one would be able to save me. I was very weak and exhausted and I just knew I wouldn't be able to make it out of this place alive. It was like they wanted to kill me totally and whoever gave out such orders must be cruel.

Dreams about death were really unsettling, especially when it was the death of a loved one. Who would want to see someone dying in the first place? Even in dreams, it could still make people feel unsettled. Sane could no longer remember where he had heard that when people dreamt about other people dying, it didn’t literally symbolize actual death all of the time. Sometimes it meant other things such as the desire to close a chapter in life or problems that a person had about herself. There were literally a lot of interpretations that could be used to make sense of those dreams, and some would even argue that dreams didn’t really need to be interpreted because they didn’t mean anything.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

But I am sure it’s him, his voice too. And his eyes, god I’ve never seen such black eyes. And I have some very happy news too. The nightmares are back and are eating me alive; I don’t even have to sleep to get them. Sometimes I feel like I am suffocating, like there is no air, I can’t breathe sometimes, like I forget how to. My head hurts so much. I feel like dying, I want to die.

**Warning: Due to sensitive content, readers discretion is advised.** Emiliana The cold metal pressed against my throat, the searing sharpness of death was calling to me. All I could think about was the life I hadn’t experienced yet. My life never flashed before my eyes like so many people tell you. It fluttered by me in stagnant images one after the other. Stills of hopes and dreams I was yet to accomplish and live through. Me tied up on the floor wasn’t on it.

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.