Bleeding Mouth Dream Novels & Stories

I even squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to grasp at the elusive memories, but like a bolt of lightning, they flickered away before I could piece them together. Frustration began to well up within me, and I turned away from the mirror, resigning myself to the fact that the dream remained elusive. Yet, as I shifted my gaze, something caught my attention – my fingernails. They bore tiny flecks of dried blood, an unexpected and unsettling sight. My heart quickened as I tried to make sense of the blood on my fingers. Did I somehow injure myself in my sleep, or was the dream more than a mere figment of my imagination? The questions swirled in my mind, leaving me increasingly perplexed and anxious

I wanted to get out of the sea of blood, and I could feel my whole being struggling to breathe until I woke up. I went to the kitchen to have a cold drink of water. I felt like I needed to rinse my mouth, throat, and all because, in my dream, I had swallowed a mouthful of blood while catching a breath. But what lingered in my mind is the smile on my dad’s face when I told him I don’t like Gabriel, so I am well-guarded against him, consciously and subconsciously. I was lost in thoughts until I heard someone entering the house from the main door. I did not turn the min lights on because the dim light coming from the wall lamps was enough to illuminate the whole place for me to move around.

Maybe I partied too hard, and my body can not take it. "I’m up," I yell back, dragging my tired body out of bed and into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, my long black hair is out of control, as if I went ten rounds with my pillow last night. I had another strange dream last night where this lady tells me to run from the monster chasing me. I keep running as this thing with blood-red eyes chases me. I always wake up right as it gets to me, and I'm always covered in sweat. My body shakes when I wake up. I don't understand what it means.

Then a strong sound echoed around the place. The truck bumped against me and the boy, Julian while making us fall to the ground. "Aaaaaaaaah!" I yelled at the top of my lungs—it was definitely a dream! I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't! My heart was pounding in my ears. The visuals of my dream— The blood was bleeding from my bed to the cheek and I was taking rapid breaths while coughing. I closed my eyes, leaving my last breath out in my dream with blood on my body!

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

"Do you want to talk about the dream?" I shook my head, the vivid flashes of the nightmare still too raw. "No. It wasn't good. Terrible actually. I don't want to talk about it. Hell, I don't even want to think about it ever again." She nodded. "I get it. These meds can cause strange dreams. Sometimes they feel too real." As she tugged the blanket back, a smear of blood on the sheet caught my attention. My stomach dropped. Seeing the blood smudged on the stark white sheet threw me straight back into the nightmare.

The blood oozed out from my eyes, ears, stomach, and throat. I gasped and jerked my body backward as I opened my eyes. I heard a loud breaking sound, but all I could think of was how I was choking and gagging as I felt my neck and stomach. It was eerily genuine. I felt every bone the knife crossed fracture. My eyes welled up and a sob escaped my lips. Since that incident, I've been plagued by dreams. I hid my head in my hands and attempted to keep my trembling body under control. These nightmares can be enjoyable at times, making me want to sleep indefinitely, recreating the same scenarios over and over. However, there are occasions when things are even worse.

I usually had that dream after a particularly stressful day or if I’d had any alcohol. Ah. That would be why I felt like there was a hammer drill in my head and the Sahara desert in my mouth. “Uuuurrgghhh” I moaned as I rolled over to grab the glass of water next to my bed. The water disappeared in a couple of seconds and I swear I didn't even swallow. My mouth just absorbed it. I flopped back down on my bed and tried to put the dream out of my mind and remember why I felt this way.

You discover a new side each day. "That was what happened earlier. Although, I wasn't expecting it." "Is this all that has been happening? Any signs? Any spells?" I became more curious to find out more. There is more to this than it seems. She exhaled deeply and cleared her throat. She stared into the blank space, looking at nothing in particular. "I have been having scary dreams. The moon has been bleeding. The smell of blood was everywhere and I was always alone in an empty place." My heart pounded erratically in my chest. Fear gripped me and my feet suddenly became cold.

Sweat swamped me, my sheets knotted tight. But the worst part My hands were still coated with blood. Maya stirred from her bed across the room. “Rory? What the hell are you okay?” I shoved the sheets aside, my breath ragged. “I… I don’t know. It was a dream. It was simply a dream.” She sat up, squinting at me. “Dreams don’t make you bleed.” I looked down again. The blood hadn’t faded. It glistened in the moonlight, new and terrifying.