Novel & Cerita My Dreams Are All Dead And Buried

She was in the process of making a marker to commemorate me, when I screamed. I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The dream had felt too real, too vivid. I shook my head, trying to remove the images that still haunted my mind. "No," I whispered to the night, my voice firm. "I am not dead. I am alive, and I will return stronger than ever. I just needed some time away. I just need some time away. They need to postpone mourning for me.” It was silly, but then something about the dream struck me wrong. Brad believed in me more than anyone else did, and he would know if I was dead. Our souls were that intertwined, and he would feel my loss almost physically, if it came to that

“ I saw __ you_you were dead, you were covered in blood and you were not breathing. I do not want to lose you Liam, please, or else I would die,” My voice broke with the words I said, I never want to feel that way, the feeling I felt in that dream was heart-wrenching. “ it is all a dream baby, no one is dying, look I'm alright, and I am here with you,” “ Please don't leave me,” I whispered in a broken voice, gripping him tight as my tears now soaked his shirt, “ It is alright, I'm not leaving, and you are not leaving either, we are here together forever,”

Liam whispered, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of my emotional storm. Gasping for air between sobs, I trembled as I relived the nightmare. "The elders... they were there, Liam. They threw me into a deep, suffocating grave, burying me alive with handfuls of dirt. I screamed, but the dirt kept falling, and I couldn't breathe..." Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to articulate the horror that had seized my dreams. "It felt so real, Liam. I was trapped, and they just kept burying me."

“Clara, do you really... not care about what we had at all?” I stopped, but I did not turn around. “What we had?” I laughed softly. “Evan, whatever feelings I once had for you died a long time ago.” The elevator doors closed, cutting Evan from view. Miles stood beside me with his head lowered, saying nothing. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, his voice muffled. “Nothing.” I looked at his lowered head and thought of his foolish sincerity. “Miles.” He looked up. I looked at him and curved my lips.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

"Mom, who buried you? Tell me a name." She only smiled, soft, sad, unmoved by the question, and the forest folded in around her like a curtain closing. I woke gasping, sheets twisted around my legs, heart slamming exactly the way Caelum had described mine slamming two nights before. “They're the ones who buried me.” The words didn't fade with the dream the way dreams usually did. They sat in my chest like a stone dropped down a well, and I could still hear it hitting bottom. Was it a warning? Or a clue? Or both, if a warning and a clue could be the same thing wearing my mother's face.

He asked. I told him I couldn't sleep and I asked both of them if I could sleep in their room. They accepted. I got in their middle and lay there. Eventually, I fell asleep but ended up having a horrible dream. In the dream, I saw that my mom and dad were buried on the same day now in the most expensive casket I had ever seen. People whom I didn't recognize were present and they were all dressed in black. I saw the three elders dressed in black too. The elders of the pack whom I haven't seen for a long time.

“This is so frustrating. How could Allen have planned this? I mean he has the Lycan Lord's blood flowing through his veins but c'mon, everyone knows that Allen is just vicious but not this smart.” I remained quiet, still going up and down. Sweat dripping off my face, my eyes fixed on the sand like it was some enemy— my nightmares. I have been having this strange dreams recently where everyone I care about died, and by everyone I meant Raven and in her arms was a child and some creepy woman who keeps reminding me that I'm a failure masked in beauty and fragrance. “Can you believe it?” Zeke's voice came back. I zoned out a long time ago.

I still have a dream in life and will not let my clumsiness ruin it all. @Death Wish

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.