Dreams Of Me Dying Novels & Stories

I will definitely remember this school year for the rest of my life. "My love, I know this torment is too much for you. Join our child and me now, Shyne. Death is the quickest way to the destiny that we await." "I don't wait for that same destiny, Rian! I know this is all a dream, and I will wake up, and you will not be real. I refuse to believe that you are really there." I closed my eyes, and I felt Rian's rough hands roam my body as I cried and thrashed in his hold. I desperately tried to wake myself up from the dream and succeeded.

How would I look if I am inside a coffin, imagining Tim looking at my dead body, and imagining me- how I would die. Overthinking Number 1: Everytime I heard words like " I'm scared to lose you", or " Please promise me you'll stay", I want to runaway and punish myself til' death. I don't want them to get frightened if time will come I will depart. It's just...they deserve a life. Even without me. And I don't want them to mourn when I left- I want them to continue living life chasing their dreams even when I am not breathing anymore. Then it suddenly shift to this:

Chapter 207 ________ Daciana's pov I felt as though I had died completely. There was no shade of life force in me anymore. I was either dead or asleep, and I hated both. I never wanted to have those dreams I usually do them again only for them to end in tragedy. “Daciana!” Someone shouted my name out of the blue. The tone of the voice was able to jerk me into reality and made me believe that I wasn't dead, at least not yet.

He needs me. But I'd rather hurt him with distance than physically hurt him. "I've been having weird dreams lately," Mina suddenly says, and I turn to look at her. "What dreams?" I whisper. "Dreams where my baby is dead and I keep telling myself he's alive even though I can feel how cold his corpse is," she whispers, her voice trembling. My stomach churns. "Mina—" "Dreams where my ex-husband finds me and forces himself on me again, calling me 'the blessed vessel.'"

By the time my eyes open, I'm almost laughing. I had the scariest dream ever. I dreamt my mother killed herself. It was very graphic and I curse my imagination. I get up from the floor — not even questioning why I was there in the first place — and the stench of blood hits me.

He had stopped choking and now was very still. As expected, Aiden's slipped from my own and I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up again, I was terrified out of my mind. I wasn't looking forward to going to the clearing at all. Who was it going to be next? Which loved one would die right in front of my eyes, while I sat there feeling helpless and alone? I didn't know and I didn't want to know. I wanted this crazy ass dream to end. This time when I went to the cliff, I found another body lying in the moonlight. I closed my eyes, as dread settled deep into my bones. What was happening to me? Why was I seeing this? What did this all mean?

“What does it mean anyway if she's dead or alive? We are asked to dump her body down the cliff.“ Another hoarse voice broke through the existing silence. So this was going to be the end of my life. I panicked and sobbed inwardly. Wasn't I going to make my mother proud even in her death? I almost gloated at my stupid self. So my mother's death would be in vain? At this last thought, hot salty tears streamed down my butter cheeks. Everything is wrong in this world! Everything is hopeless! Dreams are useless anyway. No one should fuckin dream, you'll get stuck halfway unable to fulfill the dream. You might die like me without fulfilling the dream. My lifeless sprawled hands were bound with a ti

Maybe he had too many problems of his own that he wanted to handle and staying away from work was the only thing he could think of. Maybe I was wrong. My thoughts were wrong, I didn't know but all these didn't seem to make any sense. I stood up, walking back and forth trying to reevaluate the situation. I was panicking, I know. Wait! That...his death. I remembered the dream I had the other night, that moment where we were making out and then it went all black...I didn't know but...I remember seeing him, falling dead on the floor...in front of me. I sucked in a breath, my eyes widened in disbelief. Could my dream be connected to this reality? No! I should probably take it easy, I was probably

Nyra Virellion I’ve had these awful dreams three times in a row now. The memories from my past keep replaying, mixed with twisted new versions of how my parents died. It’s like a broken record that won’t stop spinning in my head. No matter how much I cried, I couldn’t pull myself back to reality. All I could do was sob through the whole thing. I was terrified I was losing a piece of myself, that I’d finally crack and go completely psychotic from all these forced visions and nightmares.

“I feel it.” Silence stretches between us. “You were my right hand,” he says carefully. “My executioner when it came to it. My shield always.” “And you trusted me.” “Yes.” “And I betrayed you.” His gaze hardens. “You disappeared.” That’s not denial. That’s grief. “Why do I keep dying in my dreams?” I whisper. “Because you almost did,” he answers. --- THE THIRD DREAM — THE KISS This one is quieter. We’re alone in a room lit by city glow and rain-streaked windows. My hands are shaking as I clean blood from his knuckles.