My Dreams Are All Dead And Buried Novels & Stories

Because if I did— And he wasn’t real— “I saw you,” I said, my voice trembling despite everything. “I saw—” My throat tightened. “I buried you.” The words hung between us. He didn’t react the way I expected. No denial. No confusion. Just… Understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “You’re dead,” I whispered. The word felt wrong even as I said it. Because he didn’t look dead. Didn’t feel like absence. He felt like—

“May the blood of Blackwood protect its own beyond death.” The servants repeated softly. Beyond death. I stared at the graves until my vision blurred again. No rumors spread afterward. No whispers moved through the palace halls. The burial remained hidden exactly as planned. And somehow that hurt too. Because the world kept moving while my children lay buried beneath it. Days passed strangely after that. I stopped sleeping properly. Whenever I managed to drift off, I dreamed of them. Always reaching for me. Lucas standing far away calling mummy over and over while darkness swallowed his voice.

Then he makes a sound. Low. Short. Not a word. Something beneath where words live. The entire left flank folds inward like a hand closing. Maya’s grip tightens on the radio. Marcus makes another sound. Different. The formation opens. He is not relaying information. He is not telling them where the dead are. They already know where the dead are. Everyone with eyes, ears, or a functioning sense of doom knows where the dead are. He is doing something else. Something Maya has no useful word for.

Now, the memory felt like the cruelest joke imaginable. After leaving the bathroom, I picked up my phone and searched for a professional disappearance service. Then, I dialed the number. “I’d like to purchase your highest-level death simulation package. The date will be… seven days from now.” It would be the day of our wedding. Before I could finish speaking, a surprised voice sounded behind me. “Clara, who are you talking to at this hour of the night?" My heart leaped out of my chest, and I immediately hung up.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

“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

“I had a very sad dream and it felt so real because I woke up with tears in my eyes and I felt so depressed then.” “What did you dream about?” I can’t help but ask. “I saw my own self lifeless on the ground, like an episode when I had overdose and there were drugs scattered on the floor. I saw my mum crying trying to wake me up as she was calling for my older sister and it felt so creepy because I was standing there staring at my own self. I honestly thought I was dead the moment I woke up.” “I had the same dream too, before I came here.” I admitted.

"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"

She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like anymore. She realized that all the emotions that once tormented her day and night had gradually become insignificant in her memory. She also realized that, despite having loved someone so much in the past, the person would be reduced to nothing more than a somewhat unfamiliar name when she thought about him years later. The seven years of heart-wrenching pain and suffering in the past were completely worthless after all. Melanie laughed by herself for a long time. When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her do