Dreams Of The Dying Novels & Stories

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.

Carl clung to my lifeless body, refusing food, refusing water. I had no idea how long he stayed like that. The air was thick with decay, the stench unbearable. I had no choice—I entered his dream. He held me tight, whispering over and over, "Yara, don't leave me." I stroked his back. "Let me go. I don't want my body rotting away—it'll be horrible. Please... cremate me. Scatter my ashes into the sea. That's my last wish."

Meanwhile, I was left to rot. I waited for so long that the exhaustion of the past few days finally began to catch up with me. Sitting on the plush sofa that I had once spent afternoons reading leisurely on made me realize how uncomfortable the cellar room was, and the crackling fire in the fireplace began to lull me to sleep. Soon, I was beginning to nod off right there on the couch. I fell into dreams of blood and death. I dreamt of crimson liquid gushing from between my legs, washing my baby away in a red tide. I reached for him, trying to save him, but it was too late. He was drowning, being pulled beneath the bloody ocean by dark hands.

My heart did something complicated in my chest. I saved the number as "Valtherion" and typed Me:Sweet dreams to you too. I set the phone aside, closed my eyes, the mate bond humming contentedly as I drifted off. My dreams weren't sweet. I dreamed of silver and red colliding. Of Purifiers closing in. Of Valtherion discovering what I really was, looking at me with the same disgust Darian had shown. In the shadows of my dreams, red eyes watched and whispered: Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, little wolf. Soon enough, everything you're building will come crashing down. When it does, only I will remain.

In the dream, I was dying, just like my mother, father, and elder brother The wreckage of the car pressed in on us. My mother’s cold hand rested in mine, still protective even in her last moments. My father’s frightened face turned toward us one last time, and in his eyes I saw that he knew there was nothing he could do to save us. And Skylar was smiling at me even as his blood soaked into the seats. I was dying too. I knew that. My chest was so heavy, my pulse so faint I could barely feel it. I knew this was death, and my life was slipping away.

The nightmares started on the first night of spring. I dreamed of my mother. She was standing in the locked room, her back to me, her white dress stained with blood that had not been there when she died, blood that seeped from wounds that should have healed centuries ago. The portrait of Seraphine watched from the wall, her honey eyes weeping tears of shadow that dripped down the canvas and pooled on the stone floor, black and thick like oil. The candles were extinguished, and the only light came from the shadows themselves—pale blue, cold, hungry.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

"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"

Brain-dead patients could only survive on ventilators. "No… Please no!" Restrained by the staff, Melanie could only watch as Bethany trembled and seized on the bed before going completely still. By the time the doctor confirmed her death, only three minutes had passed. In just three minutes, Melanie's last remaining family was gone. And the one responsible was Raymond, the man who once swore he'd take care of her forever. At that moment, Tracy updated her social media with an ultrasound photo and the caption, "Congratulations! Someone's officially going to be a dad!"

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.