Someone Trying To Kill Me In Dream Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 Forty years ago Lyka pov (human Zoe) " he's going to kill me ", I'm just awakened from my killer dreams. I started to feel the pain in my chest after waking up from these awful yet sensual dreams I'm having these past few days. I opened my eyes and took a very deep breath to regain my energy. This dream was killing me but I have to keep it for myself. I don't want to give my husband a headache because of me.

I bit my lower lip in deep frustration and worry, thinking back to everything that had happened lately. So, I guess being constantly around him and working closely with him was a very bad idea after all. It was affecting me even in my sleep! That nightmare was absolutely terrifying! In that dream, he looked at me with such hatred and anger, and he seemed like he really wanted to kill me with his own hands. I don't understand… but why would he want to kill me? Did I do something terrible to him in the past? Did I hurt him somehow, and that is the reason why he wants me dead now? Or was it just my imagination creating scary scenarios because I find him so mysterious and intimidating?

Matthew POV My eyes fly open. My heart is racing, and I take a few breaths to slow it back down. This dream felt different. Usually, they cut off with my mother’s screams, but this time…this time, I dreamt that I saw the killer and the mark on his back. I don’t know that I’ve ever dreamed of the mark before—at least not on the killer himself.

With my archnemesis, no less. My sister's murderer. The man I'd vowed to kill. I scrubbed a hand down my face, trying to erase the phantom sensations still buzzing under my skin. The cold press of metal, his rasping voice in my ear... No. Don't go there. I’d dreamed about him before. Mostly me gutting him like a fish and tossing the pieces to the pigs. Sometimes I pictured him hanging by his balls from the tallest tree I could find, writhing, screaming, begging, until he met a thoroughly undignified end. But tonight… this dream was different.

The late bloomer. He flung the dagger toward me, but I was fast enough to see it coming. I ducked down, and it slammed into a tree bark. I saw he was heading for the weapon, and I sprinted away from the murderer. It was time for me to wake up from this silly dream. I had to get out of here because if this Reaper gets to me. I'm dead.

“What if… I can't save those closest to me?” There was a beat of silence. “Your nightmare… That was what you saw in your dream, wasn't it?” Slowly, I lifted my gaze. “In my dream… I entered a large room only to realize this was a trap. The one I love was in that room; the renegades caught him… Then someone fired a gun, and the next thing I knew, I watched him fall to the ground…” I sucked in a ragged breath. “There was so much blood…”

But it had ended all too quickly for my liking and I don’t know what to think about this new boy Cooper. While I had been unconscious I had had a dream about a boy that looks exactly the same as Cooper, and in that dream he had been trying to kill Natalie and in the end I had killed Cooper, just as he went to kill Natalie. I wonder what this means? Is someone manipulating me? I don’t know but whatever it was I would have to forget about it and move on.

he explained trying to reassure me. “No!” I snapped at him then sat back, “You don't get it. I have been having the same fucking dream for months now, and each time I have it, more stuff happens. It's becoming clearer every time,” I said as tears continued to run down my face. Tristan raised his hand up to wipe away my tears, but I slapped it away. I wanted to finish telling him about my dream. “The guy you were fighting with had jet black eyes with a red glow. He killed you, then told me I will be his. I tried to kick his ass, but he vanished into thin air before I could get to him.”

I begged him but he was still looking at me and I could feel it even though his whole face was covered with a mask. I tried to step forward and he stepped forward too, I tried to step backward and he stepped backward too. I tried to grab the scissors at the mini table beside me to use it on him but he signaled “NO” When I shook my head he shook his head too. I know that he can see me begging him through my eyes not to kill me but he is a cold-blooded murderer and I don’t know what he is planning to do. I closed my eyes and wished he was gone when I opened my eyes again but I was wrong. He is still standing in front of me looking at me. I stepped forward again and he stepped forward too. It s

"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"