Crumbling Teeth Dream Meaning の小説・ストーリー

I throw my phone on the bed as stared at my reflection on the small mirror. I rapidly picked the text book on the chair and threw it on the mirror. A huge crack appeared from the top corner to the right bottom corner as tears slid down my eyes. How had things got this bad? I Slowly headed to the cracked mirror while using my bed for balance. I stared at the pictures that had scattered on the floor. Some were still on the mirror as I started tearing them violently and tossing them inside my mouth then chewed then. More tears ran down my cheeks.

All the things I used to look forward to now cut deep into my heart. I quietly slipped into the shadows at the edge of the room without anyone noticing. My whole body was tense, but the tears kept falling despite how disgraceful it was. My chest ached as if it had been torn open. I pulled out my phone and sent my boss a message. "Something urgent came up. I'm leaving early." I got in the car, my mind blank. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had said and patted my chest, whispering to myself. "Don't cry… The doctor said I can't have any strong emotions… No crying…"

Freya's pov I dreamed in pieces, not even like before when dreams were just echoes of memory, soft and unfinished. No, these were jagged, shattered. Flashing too fast to hold onto, like someone had taken my soul and smashed it on a stone floor, and now I was crawling across the shards trying to put it all back together. A hallway, a child’s hand in mine, a golden room, a scream, maybe mine. And always the Rift, pulsing like a heartbeat I couldn’t shut out.

“I had a bad dream. And I just… can’t shake this feeling that something’s about to go wrong.” Dr. Hall nodded, hands folded loosely. “Tell me about the dream.” I hesitated. “It was a wedding. Mine and Ryans’. Everyone was there. It was perfect until it wasn’t. Something came and… destroyed everything.” Her gaze softened. “And what do you think it meant?” I picked at the hem of my sleeve. “I don’t know. Maybe that I’m scared of being happy. Or that I don’t trust it to last.” “Why do you think that is?”

When it smiled, I saw teeth like broken glass. "It's me." We were too late. The real nightmare was just beginning.

My hands push the toilet lead open and I pour out my stomach into the toilet. Nothing comes out aside from spit. A wrenching pain on my stomach adds to the traumatic scene I just witnessed in my dream. I try to force something out of my stomach into the toilet but nothing falls out. I give up. I close the toilet and flush, sitting on the floor feebly. What a night. Why on earth did my mind play such sick games with me tonight? Can’t a girl get a decent sleep the night she finally kissed her lifetime crush?

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

My back collides with the soft bed and I settle down after a few bounches. I look up with dread. With straight lips and clenched teeth he was unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were intense and cold. A shiver passes through my spine in dread. My body starts trembling at the possibilities of what he is thinking of doing. “I still haven't destroyed your dreams, love. I will destroy it bit by bit. Everyday, your dreams will be destroyed a little bit and at last...." I shake my head when I see him throwing his shirt away. “a new dream will flourish and that will be me. Your dreams will be filled with me in it."

“You all right?” “Yeah. It was just a dream.” James closed his eyes. “You were screaming bloody murder and your back was arched all crazy.” “Don’t worry about it,” James said, trying to diffuse his roommate’s seriousness. “I usually have the dream about once a week. Sorry to wake you.” Tres took a seat on the edge of the twin-size bed. “What’s it about?” James nodded at the single poster that graced his side of the room. When Tres looked up at it, he said, “Try to imagine falling through that. Except you’re like, thousands of feet up and the dream always ends in your death.”

I will spin him in my palms until he goes crazy to me and when that happens, I slowly see him suffering until he dies. I promise myself that he will become miserable. When he let go of hugging me. We looked at each other and I immediately took back what I said to him. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I shouldn't have reacted like that. I just had a really bad dream," I said softly. "It's okay.Anyway,What is your dream, Crema? May I know?" he asked. "I dream about my parents. I saw how they were murdered mercilessly but I don't remember the events," I lied.