Dreams Of The Dying Novels & Stories

Dave had a dream that night, the same dream that haunted him repeatedly, hurting him. He dreamed of screaming to prevent it, but it was too late. He screamed at Daisy who was lying covered in blood; the blood was so much that it filled his hands, coming from Daisy's head. Moreover, when then the blood grew more and more; Dave realized that he had no hope, that he had lost it all. The ending of her dreams is always the same, filled with sorrow and a painful void.

But months had passed, and she still hadn’t returned to her office. I didn’t mind, really. It kept my mind busy. Between rebuilding projects, patrol rosters, and managing supplies, I barely had time to think. Which was the point. Because when I did think, I heard them again. The cracking bones. The fading growls. The sound of men dying. I had not told anyone about the dreams. Every night, the same thing. The same screams. The same flashes of silver and red. I’d wake before dawn, sweat soaking through my shirt, the silence too heavy to breathe through.

What was strange was the massive pain that slithered through her body once it came in contact with the concrete floor. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had. She repeated several times as she slowly but surely dove into oblivion.

All that she could think of was how the feeling of death lingered about even in her awakened system. Raising her shaking hands, she couldn’t help but imagine they would dismantle any moment now. A shiver ran down her spine. She shook her head. No way. She would never die. Not this way. She still had a lot of truths to uncover, a lot of dreams to catch, and she couldn’t disappoint herself when she’d already come this far. Besides, unless she realized why she kept dreaming of death, she’d never be able to acknowledge peace; not when her mind kept nagging her with hundreds of hypotheses for why she had to see it, each one more absurd than the next. Shame.

I asked softly, and from behind, his reply came, as his hands slightly tightened around me. "You're not asleep?" I asked. "No. You want to say something?" He asked, and I sighed. "Actually, I… I keep having dreams of labor, and in them, I always die." I said, and he held me more securely to him. "Why do you think that?" "I'm just wondering if it would be too painful to go on. Maybe I'll give up."

“Really want to sleep again but sleeping too much is not good for the health. When waking up, the tiring body is like a shadow of a ghost. Daisy thinks so, she tried to drag her heavy body to the edge of the yard to sit and breathe fresh air, her lungs are so happy because it doesn’t work hard. It's a totally different thing from living in the busy cities.” Last night's dream dimly appeared through the meninges. “Oh, there was a funeral. Daisy didn’t know clearly how many people died, old or young. That nightmare has been a cycle for several hours, it made Daisy very tired. Daisy knew the dead ancestors wanted to give her some previous omens but Daisy didn’t force herself to remember those.

The dreams returned that night, darker than before. Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion. And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

Her smile disappeared. "What does that mean?" EVERY DREAMER WAKES. The Fifteenth Seal flickered. The Final Gate stopped closing. Behind it... The darkness began fading. Caelum suddenly went pale. "No." Avarion turned toward him. "What?" Caelum whispered, "The First Dream is dying." The heartbeat sounded again. Slower this time. Boom. The stars inside the enormous darkness began going out. Liana looked at the fading gate. "Can we save it?"

” “Don't worry, I will avenge your death, your company will be restored, I will make them pay for every pain they have caused you, and I will make them regret living.” His voice drifted further away. Her eyes began to close slowly. She wished : “TO BE GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE.” She was seeing her parents in tears. She stretched her hands to touch them, but they turned to dust. Tears rolled down her eyes, darkness folded around her, and she let it take her. Death claimed her

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.