Bleeding Mouth Dream Novels & Stories

He tried to say something else, but everything grew fuzzy. I woke up several hours later to the sound of my screams as I cried out in my sleep. I had a nightmare, and in it, Cordelia was in pain. She was drowning, her body covered in blisters. Blinking awake, I see my dream was not a dream after all. Lying on a bed just across the room, Cordelia is covered in blisters and blood. Her skin is oddly pale and her lips blue as they place an oxygen mask over her face.

What happened to Jace? Why was he covered in blood? Was he hurt? Dreams like this usually mean something. The night before my parents' car accident, I had a terrible nightmare—I dreamt my two front teeth fell out, blood pouring everywhere. I woke up crying hysterically. The next day, my parents were gone forever. A wave of panic hit me so hard I barely noticed Hayden watching me. It wasn't until he reached out and gently wiped the cold sweat from my forehead that I snapped out of it. "Did you have a nightmare?"

he said as he moved his face closer and dug his fangs into my neck **************** "Ahhhh!!!!" I screamed as I sprang up from the bed I looked around and heaved a sigh when I realized I was still in my room and it was just a dream But why will I be dreaming of that jerk? I slowly dragged myself up, brushed and went to the dinning "Good morning" I greeted as I took a sit "Are you okay Brie? Your eyes are all swollen, didn't you get any sleep?" Brie asked "I did get a sleep but just not a good sleep, how on Earth did that jerk creep his way into my dream and try to bite me with his stupid fangs!" I said and everyone stared at me

My vision begin to blur in red which reaches into my mouth. I taste metallic. It is my own blood. I try to mind link with my family and pack members but due to my fainting senses I can't reach to them. Moon Goddess please save me.

He settles against my chest. "What was the dream about?" Ronan asks. "The moon was bleeding. Trees were talking. Showing me things." "What kind of things?" I don't wanna tell him. Don't wanna say what I saw. "Bad things. Things that might happen." Ronan gets up and comes over to us. "Just a dream, baby." "Was it?" "Course it was. Dreams ain't real." But my hands are still bleeding. And the baby was glowing. Dreams don't make you bleed. Dreams don't make babies glow.

He doesn't waste a second though, and his fist makes contact with the side of my head and for a second my vision goes black and my glasses are knocked off my face. His next strike connects with my jaw and I taste blood in my mouth as I accidentally bite down on my tongue. He strikes again and this time my lip is split open and I begin to gag on the blood in my mouth. I spit it out on the floor just moments before his boot comes in contact with my side. I begin to feel like I can't breathe and begin wheezing, trying to catch my breath. I let out a gasp as my eyes fly open. The dream coming to an abrupt end. But it was more than a dream. It was a memory.

Resting his chin on the top of her head, he murmured, "I've done everything to win you over. How could I bear to give you away?" Mia had a dream filled with bloodshed. She saw Jensen lying on the ground, covered in blood, and no matter how she called to him, he would not open his eyes. She felt intense fear, suffocation, and despair in the dream. Finally, she woke up crying, her heart aching, and a cold sweat covered her back. She stared blankly at the ceiling above, taking a while to realize she was in a moving vehicle. The car swayed as it sped along. Remembering the milk she drank before passing out, her heart sank, and she quickly sat up.

LARA It has been a few weeks since I have been having weird dreams seeing Kyson's bloody lips and teeth (fangs) biting my neck. Gripping my shoulder as he drunk every drop of my blood. Seeing him with a sadistic smile as he licked the blood off his lips.

I breathed, sitting up on my bed. My eyes instantly went to my hands, and they were free of the black veins… meaning that what I thought just happened was only a dream? Or an illusion? Still confused, I tried to move, but that ended up shattering my body into a coughing spree. I coughed so hard that blood filled my mouth—just like in that dream. What the hell was happening? I tried to grab a glass of water to control it, but the cough only got stronger. I violently coughed my way to the ground while my chest burned.

“What did you dream about?” “I had a nightmare,” I said finally. “That’s all.” “About what.” The memory of the dream pressed at the back of my mind. I recalled the scary feeling when I couldn't move my feet. “My dad bit my hand in the dream. I don't know if that's the cause of this mark,” The words sounded ridiculous the moment they left my mouth. For a second, Malcolm just stared at me. Then he let out a short laugh. “Really?” I sighed. “It’s the truth.”