Dreams Of Me Dying Novels & Stories

dad tell with a smile ruffling my hair " How did you sleep, kiddo? Did you still have those dreams?" " Yes, dad. They won't go away but I will be fine. I am getting used to them." I replied " Its just that it hurts to see everytime when I see that pregnant woman die in my dreams and I always have the memories of a man named Easton. The man call that woman Mi Reina and sometimes Minerva. I don't know what is her name but it doesn't matter. It's jsut a dream but it always feel real. I feel that pain like it is me that is dying in the dream."

Am I dying? Dreams of the girl, Sophie, haunt me for the rest of the day. I wish I could have done some research on her. But I’ve been so busy. I also dream of Kell and our kiss a few times throughout the day. Each dream ends up with him growing wings and flying away from me. By the afternoon, I’m so cold that I hope for death. It has never been this bad, and I know that I’m dying. In my hypothermic hallucinations, I wonder when death will come and how long it will take for Mimi or my parents to find me. Then, I close my eyes again and dream.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

I ran barefoot in full speed trying to stop him. “Jay!” I shouted, watching the elevator door closing while I was still few steps away from it. The door closed, I ran and kept pushing the button to make the door open again. “Jaaaaay!” I screamed opening my eyes widely, lying on the disgusting bed in my “prison room”. Only then I realized that it was a dream… All the excruciating pain in my heart came back instantly. “Nooooo!” I wailed, “Why… why did you had to die? You shouldn't have died! How can you be gone just like that! Don't leave me… I beg you… don't go…”

“Strength isn’t pretending you’re fine when you’re not. Strength is admitting you need help and asking for it. Too many people let this go thinking they can cope. They end up taking their own lives.” She was quiet for a long moment, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. “The dreams are gettin’ worse,” she finally admitted. “At first it was just the riots. People screamin’, things burnin’. But now it’s you. You gettin’ hurt. You dyin’. And I can’t—” Her voice broke. “I can’t watch you die, Nate. Not even in a dream. It’s too much.” His arms tightened around her. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

To behold who he once was and realise he was no more. Visions of him, grey and eerily stiff, occlude my dreams at night. They’re often bleak and dreary when he can’t speak to me. Sometimes, I dream of when his coffin was lowered into the ground. I recollect pixelated prints of his cold figure, desolate and insentient. Those are the days I wake up happy.

One thing still played upon my mind though. “Morpheus?” “Yes my love?” “What would have happened if I had been killed by Dareios?” I looked up at him as his eyes became hard with smouldering anger. I felt his body stiffen as his anger rushed through every muscle in his body and he pulled me a little closer. “If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.”

I couldn’t let that happen. I had listened to what Daciana had told us because it gave me hope. Hope that I could fix everything and be with my mate, hope that I wouldn’t have to watch her die again. I was paying more attention to the dreams. Well, they were more like nightmares that Vilkas had been sending me. We had been together through multiple lives and each time we found each other, she would die. My dreams showed her beheaded and burned different times throughout history. The reasons for her death varied aside from the immortal scythe that seemed to appear constantly, there were wars, assassins and some executions, each time she died it wasn’t long before I followed usually doing some

she demanded. If I explained, would she believe me? I had explained myself countless times before. But every single time, she thought I was just making excuses. All it ever did was push her closer and closer to Irving. I gave a hollow smile, my voice tinged with a quiet sense of resignation. "Either way, I've lost everything. I might as well die." The color drained from Natalia's face. She grabbed my collar tightly, and there seemed to be tears shimmering in her eyes.

I was exhausted from the day. We crawl into the water bed, he puts his arms around me and I feel safe. In moments we both drift to sleep. I have dreams of Rod dying all night, every time different and each one worse than the last.