What Does Falling In A Dream Mean Novels & Stories

Why does it seem as if he’s been staying away from me? I let my body fall the rest of the way and lay on my stomach. I’m not on top of anything, and I’m still falling. This is starting to feel like it could be more than just a dream, but how is that possible? How could this be real? Dark, black nothingness could be what? The only time I think of nothingness, someone being surrounded by nothing, is when I think of…..death……. ~Moon Goddess~

The Wendy I've trained myself to be. "Curse you, Professor George!" I cussed, stood up with great difficulty, and rubbed my hurting butt, I looked at the bed I fell off from and the urge to cry intensified. How can a dream feel so real? I actually fell off the bed when he choked... My hand flew to my mouth as I tried to think straight, it's surprising how my body was reacting to the dream.

How ever , right now I am just relishing in the dream world where any thing unexpected can happen. In the dream world , I watch as my surroundings become hazy – almost as if my dream is lagging the way an online game would. It then starts to glitch – the floor beneath me keeps disappearing and reappearing , until I find my self falling due to the permanent disappearing of the floor.

KILLIAN I had a dream. In that dream, I was flying, or rather falling... falling fast. I looked down, and all I saw was a vast field of darkness. I pulled a handle, and the opening parachute jerked my body up and to the side. I was slowing down but didn't know where the land was. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see anything. Then the impact—

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.

~Two Days Later~ My dreams are always so vivid and so real though when I wake, I can never remember a thing about them. What I do remember, is the fall. The feeling of free falling. Nothing but the sky around me, air in my hair and coating my skin. It’s liberating, it’s freedom.

As I fall, I would have inwardly cursed myself for possibly giving away my position if I wasn’t now petrified as I plunged downward toward an unknown depth. In the dream, I felt no pain as I hit the ground below. Instead, I bounced like I had just landed on a trampoline. As I stood up, I tested the ground again but the bounce was now gone, replaced with nothing but hard earth and a darkness so intense that I cannot see an inch in front of my face. I hold my arms out and as I slowly turn in a complete circle, I encounter nothing but empty space. I take a few steps forward at a time until my hands feel the cold, damp dirt. I turn around and measure, foot to foot across the darkness, hands outs

Then falling. Again. This dream had been haunting me every other night lately—always ending with a splitting headache that jolted me awake and kept me restless afterward. The dream was always the same. Floating, then falling. No sensation. Wrapped in darkness. No—not darkness. Something deeper. Pure, absolute black. Then a sudden shove in an unknown direction. The jolt stopped. My body went still. Then the drop. And the fear that I would never wake from it. Until my bare skin touched soft grass.

He asked I gulped my saliva hard. "If you're scared about doing that…we can do it in your dream." He continued. "Remember, anything you do in the dream doesn't equal to reality. You are asleep and it is all just a dream. It doesn't mean you have gotten tainted in reality."

"He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you." I fell silent, feeling conflicted. Even though Elliot had failed me, it felt bad to see him fall like this. At the same time, I knew this was the price he had to pay. He had chosen Yvette over me, and now he had to face the consequences. "Where is Yvette?" "Rumors say Sorothspire, but we don't know which country. The police are still looking."