Dream About Rash On Body Novels & Stories

The suddenness of his reaction sent a shiver down my spine, filling me with a sense of fear. Desperate to snap him out of his nightmare, I called out his name repeatedly, but he remained trapped under his subconscious. His body trembled with the intensity of his emotions, and I could see the trace of sweat glistening on his brow. It was clear that whatever he was experiencing in his dream was causing him great distress.

I tucked myself against my mate, letting my mind work to find a solution. “What’s wrong?” Rhazian whispered, startling me. “Your heart is racing; I can hear it.” “Just a bad dream.” I assured him. “Well, maybe we can do something to chase the dream away.” His voice was husky, his hand trailing up my backside.

[Rachel's POV] I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid images from my dream lingered in my mind, replaying like a haunting movie. A lycan and a wolf locked in a fierce battle, a woman and a little girl running for their lives. The terror of the chase, the slashing claws, and the echoing screams filled my ears. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted me since childhood.

It was the first time in days that I was seeing anything other than the dim bulb in the cell. A strange itch crawled up my arm again. I scratched at the spot and pulled up my sleeve. Red dots covered my skin, scattered in clusters across my forearm. My stomach twisted at the sight. It looked irritating, like my whole body was reacting to the room itself. The rash spread further down my arm and I cringed internally. We walked past tinted office windows, and each time I caught a vague reflection of myself. My hair looked tangled and flat, and my face appeared worn out and pale. I leaned in a little, then almost stepped back from the sight.

I went ahead and called his name but I didn’t get any reply so I went further, that was when I discovered he was saying something in a weird language, a language I later discovered that it was the dream language. There was something on his face that I had never seen before, even in the dream world, it was like a scale was growing on his body, I took out my newly acquired phone to take some pictures, at least if I really wanted to know who he really is I should have some pictures of him in his real form. After snapping it I check the picture, all it showed was a normal human being sleeping on a chair. That intrigued me so I took another one just to be sure, still the same thing. I sat down on

“How hurt are you, Dom?” He turned back and looked at her. “I have the equivalent to road rash all down my one side.” She set her cup down and went over to him. She didn’t ask if it was all right. She just pulled his shirt slowly out of his pants and lifted it. His skin was red and angry looking down the one side of his ribs. She frowned and pulled the waist of his pants out a bit to look down them. It ran down as far as she could see. It hurt her just to see him this way. She released the shirt and looked up at him. “What did you do?”

“Nothing worth mentioning. I get tired faster some days, but who does not? Pack life is hard.” Rhydian stopped pacing and looked at me closer. “You hesitated just now. What is it?” I opened my mouth to brush it off, but words tumbled out instead. “There is this scar on my side. It has been there forever, but last night in the dream it felt… important. Like it meant something big.” His whole body went still. Those gray eyes locked on me hard. “Show me.” I stood up quick, heart racing. “No. This is weird enough without you looking at my body like some puzzle.”

he said. The words were meant to be charming, romantic. But they only amplified my unease. The sweetness of the rice intensified, becoming cloying, almost sickening. My body felt strange, my skin tingling with an unfamiliar sensation. I looked down at my hands, and a gasp escaped my lips. They were covered in angry red rashes, spreading rapidly up my arms. My throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. I choked, a violent spasm that sent a spray of blood splattering across the table.

Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar. “Have you… been here before?” Takuto asked stiffly. “First time,” Rishi replied, smiling. “But I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed I jumped off a cliff.” Takuto’s breath stopped. “And then?” he asked. “Then I turned into a bird,” Rishi pulled open the curtains. The sunset lit up his profile. “And flew across the sea.” Exactly like the legend. Takuto suddenly ran to the bathroom and retched into the toilet.

Aidan looked absolutely miserable. “I don’t know why my entire body suddenly became itchy,” Aidan growled irritably. “Look at this! My arms are already covered in rashes. God… this is driving me insane!” He scratched his shoulder again so hard that Theresia immediately stepped closer to stop him. “Sir, don’t scratch too much or it’ll get worse,” she said worriedly. But Aidan barely listened. Theresia carefully helped remove part of his clothing to properly inspect the rashes. The moment the fabric came off, both she and Eugene looked shocked.