Novel & Cerita Dreams Of The Dying

“Ummh..” Dannie squirmed weakly before slowly opening his heavy eyes which was immediately followed by a headache that made him wince. From his eyes that felt sticky, it looked like he was crying again in his dream. Since the death of his family, Dannie has never slept well again. Every time he fell asleep, he always had nightmares that made him very scared. A dream where he returns to the moment of his family's funeral. Or the moments when he saw their corpses that were lying stiff. These dreams not only scared him, but also made him felt very hopeless, tired and helpless.

All I see is the same darkness and nothing else. It would be even better if I just closed my eyes as long as there was no bandage. When I close my eyes, my eyes are dark and there is no light to see because I close them. But when my eyes are open and what I see is dark I still can't help but hope that there will be a miracle and all of a sudden I will be able to see. But can I still hope for the miracle that I will be able to see again even though my parents who are the light of my eyes have also been taken from me by heaven? "The doctor said that you can open your eyes now, Lauren," Uncle said later. A few seconds ago I still kept my eyes closed.

"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I chant to myself as I back away from the army of living dead people, zombies approaching me with long fangs and claws. Dylan and Jake leading the troop. I back away in fear, although fully aware it's just a dream. I close my eyes tightly and open them up again in hopes of finding myself back in my room, but hope isn't for someone like me.

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."

“It kinda makes me sound like a mental case when I put it that way.” “No, it doesn't to me,” I gave her my sarcastic smile that let her know that I could never see her like a mental case. “But that isn't it; in my dream last night I saw Laylan and Artimous riding through the forest really fast. Then they went to the Mortal World so that Artimous could show Laylan where he had been killed. Then they met a man named Daemon. He was crying because he was mourning the death of his horse. But like, what are the odds?” I took a deep breath from my hasty explanation. Her eyes shot to mine, they were wide in surprise, and I thought that she had seen what I had seen in this situation. But instead, she

However, I knew who it was from. After the performance, Dean draped a soft cashmere coat over my shoulders, and we walked side by side along the river. The night wind lifted my hair, carrying the quiet romance unique to Parise. “Are you really not going back?” he asked softly. Behind his glasses, his eyes reflected the shimmering lights on the river. I looked toward the Grand Tower glowing in the distance and slowly shook my head. “There’s nothing left for me there anymore.” Everything from the past—the love, hatred, and obsession—had been buried with that press conference, deep in Cloud City.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

"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"

My whole body went numb and my grip loosened on his face and the next thing I saw was darkness followed by a ray of light. As if the light was calling me. "Aurora...AURORA." I could hear him yelling my name continuously but as I started to run towards the ray...his voice started to get faint... until it vanished. .... A gasp left my lips and I looked up at the ceiling. I was drenched in sweat as my chest heaved up and down. What was this dream? I felt myself dying. Can someone experience their death in a dream? It felt so real. Plus...I told him that I love him and he was crying for me.

I started. She leaned back, hands folded on her bosoms as she listened keenly with her eyes peering into mine. There was that worry still settled on her face, but she... she somehow managed to suppress it. "I don't understand," she retorted with an arched eyebrow. "I've been having dreams," I swallowed hard, the harder part of this conversation setting in. "It's always been the same for the last few weeks. It always ends with you... dying in my arms, and every single time, I'm helpless... I couldn't save you in those dreams"