Dream About Bleeding Gums Novels & Stories

It was no longer the stranger, not the faceless shadow pressing me into sheets and tearing me open with a hunger that left me shaking with intense orgasm. No. This time, the dream hadn’t been about feeling this toe curling sensation that has me waking up sweaty, panting and all wet. It had been worse. Way worse. Enough to make my saliva taste like blood, and breathing feel so hard that I had no other choice but to hold my breath. I saw myself sprawled across a cold floor, my body wrecked, blood pooling beneath me. My own blood, sticky and warm, sliding and melting into the ground, spreading until I couldn’t tell where it ended.

Copper and Salt. My hand flies to my mouth, fingers trembling against wetness. Blood. Just a smear—my own, warm and real—but enough to make my stomach twist into knots that won't untangle. I've bitten through my lip hard enough to break skin, hard enough to wake myself with pain rather than let the dream continue. The pain anchors me. Tells me I'm alive. Awake. Here. But where is here?

It’s to be expected when its teeth sink into my unpinned shoulder, crunching through my bones. My own scream has me falling out of bed. Shit. Sweat slicks my skin and my hands are shaky as if it was real. It was just a dream. A dream I’ve had plenty of times before. It always ends the same. With me bleeding out in the ditch just like my mother.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeing. I look into the eyes of Raoul. As tears fill my eyes, he seems to soften for just a moment, and then he bares his teeth. It is then that I see the blood cover and drip from his mouth. I shift my eyes from him to what he is standing on and see a mangled body. I then hear someone screaming, it takes me a moment to realise that I’m the one screaming. Everything then goes black… I throw my head from side to side as I shake my head in my dream, saying,

My mind raced, trying to remember anything I had learned about first aid, but it all seemed like a blur. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my gums, and I could taste blood in my mouth. I instinctively put my hand over my mouth and stumbled back, my eyes wide with shock. It wasn't until I saw Raina, her body now still, that I realized I had revealed my fangs.

What’s more horrifying about the dream is the possibility of something like that happening. “I. . . .,” I try to speak amidst crying. “I had a bad dream.” I broke out again. My hands sink into my hair, roughening it as I try to get the image of my battered face out of my head. There was so much blood. . . My blood. I think I’m going crazy. “In my dream I died!” I sob. “Brutally and I don’t want to-“ Just then, warm arms envelop my body, pulling me into an embrace.

He rоllѕ аwау from mе toward thе wall, blood spatters, and mу соnfіdеnсе rеturnѕ. Just thеn I’m ѕtunnеd bу a slap tо thе bасk of head. Mу face bоunсеѕ оff the соnсrеtе, аnd I fееl рrеѕѕurе іn my ears. Tеаrѕ роur frоm my еуеѕ and I ѕее a ріесе оf аnсіеnt bubble gum оn the раvеmеnt nеxt to mу face.

“I of course, disagreed to go with him. I would rather die than help that man. So he left angrily. That was when it began, my haunting dreams that is.” “Excuse me for cutting you off,” The doctor said, raising his hand. “You already had haunting dreams, didn’t you?” “I did, but they were about my father. These time, I am having dreams about people I don’t know about. I dream of their blood splattered on the floor, I hear screams and I feel their pain every time. I do not know if it is one person or several, as I do not see a body. At times I see flashes, but not enough for me to know their gender.”

For a moment, I couldn’t tell where the dream ended and the waking world began. The stream of sunlight through the curtain made it known it was morning. What type of bizarre dream was that? Guess that's what I got for forcing myself to sleep. I groaned, running a hand through my hair before I got out of bed. I walked into the bathroom and froze when I caught my reflection on the mirror. A dark smear stained my cheek. My fingers brushed the mark, sticky against my skin, and a shiver crawled down my spine. It was Blood. My mind replayed the dream the stranger’s face paling as his life poured into me.

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.