Dream About Teeth Crumbling And Spitting Out の小説・ストーリー

“I’ll leave you to it.” I get up and brush my teeth. All the while, I’m thinking about the dream. I’m getting shivers even now, and there’s this bitter taste in my mouth that no amount of toothpaste can get rid of. I’m just flustered by what happened, and I hate that I had to have such a dream.

“Who’s destroying that precious virgin cunt in your twisted little brain on your wedding day... your spineless groom-to-be or the savage beast who actually turned you into a cum-soaked mess at the club?” I jolted awake, silk sheets twisted around my sweat-soaked thighs, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. The dream’s heat still throbbed between my legs cause my panties were ruined, absolutely fucking soaked, phantom cum sliding down my skin even though it wasn’t real. I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide with pure terror. “Close your filthy fucking mouth,” I hissed, voice shaking. “You want them to hear? You want them to drag me out and check if I’m still ‘pure’ enough fo

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

I barely had time to run to my room and dive into the bathroom, when the sour-burnt taste was already burning my throat. I was thrown inside out with excruciating spasms. Orange juice was so eager to leave me that it even poured through my nose, and I washed my face for a long time to get rid of its sugary smell in my nose and the taste of bitterness in my mouth. I even brushed my teeth to somehow bring him down. I immediately felt weak, and I lay down on the bed. I somehow felt overwhelmed to think about anything, and I just let my thoughts float freely, balancing between dream and reality.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

Maybe I am not hallucinating; my heart is racing so fast; if he is real, it is worse than any nightmare. I have never been able to harm the monsters in my dreams, so this time, I am just going to__ I bite on his bottom lip, with enough force, until i can almost feel my teeth meeting together. He groans low in his throat, and a chill trickles down my spine when I see the blood coating his lip and taste the metal, his glazed eyes also appear to be more focused. My body is startled with cold dread, I have no more doubts, this is happening!

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.

They were terrified for me, even if they tried to hide it behind forced smiles and burnt toast. "Eat up, Maya," my mother said, her hands trembling as she poured my tea. "You need your strength for the prep school today." I nodded, but I couldn't swallow. My stomach felt like it was full of jagged glass. For the last three nights, the dreams had been worse. Vivid, terrifying flashes of things that felt like memories but hadn't happened yet. Last night, it was a bridge. A bright red bridge snapping in the middle of a thunderstorm. The sound of metal screaming against metal was so loud I woke up crying.

She smiled brightly at me and I could see a few missing teeth, “almost ruined the plan because of it.” Inhale. Exhale. I clenched my teeth to stop them from chattering, “what plan?”

Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I rubbed my eyes, it pricked with an uncertain pa… Ah! Tears! I cried myself to sleep last night because I felt like shit, a completely worthless piece of shit. I would have slept good a little, but along the way, I had a nightmare about Ted killing mom and Carolyn and selling off Ursula. Then the dream changed, and his dick was chasing me until I fell into a pool of his sperm. That is the worst way to dream!