Dream About Teeth Crumbling And Spitting Out Romane & Geschichten

His fingers cracked as he clawed at the air, like he was ripping open the belly of a beast. He gritted his teeth. “A bit rusty, I see,” Sam hissed. His mouth, lined with fangs, opened unholily wide. The pit below groaned open. The rock walls cracked as debris whirlpooled into the depths. A boulder crashed into the water, turned white-hot, then melted in an instant. I wondered what would happen to me. “You must give dentist's nightmares,” I muttered, cringing as I looked at him. He was truly a vision from Hell.

Dad teased back. A few hours into my sleep, I awoke. I tend to have nightmares, and they are about me. I kept having the same dream over and over and over again. Me facing a mirror, with my reflection staring back at me, but it was way more different from me, her eyes were ash and black and gold mixed together. It was appealing like it showed so much self-control and power but it was also scary. My mouth had excess blood that had dried and my fangs were shown, along with my claws. They were drenched in blood, I couldn't tell if it was human or not and then my dream would end when I look at my reflection and it would smile back at me.

It's got this animal quality to it, this howl underneath the scream. My spine's arching, vertebrae popping one by one like someone's walking up my back and stepping on each bone. My hands are cramping, fingers curling, nails thickening and darkening into claws. I watch in horror as fur starts sprouting from my skin. Gray and white, spreading up my arms. My jaw dislocates. I feel it unhinge with this wet popping sound that makes me want to vomit. My teeth are falling out, clattering onto the hardwood floor. New teeth grow in to replace them. Longer. Sharper. Wrong.

I snap back to reality, and I hit my waist on the floor with how I throw myself off the bed, thinking I was escaping getting hit by the bomb with Max. Fuck! That's not the kind of dream I was expecting to have. I help myself to sit well on the floor so I can be more grateful for how alive I am. I huff out a deep sigh of relief. What the fuck was that dream! I hold my chest as my throat is so dry, and I find it hard swallowing my saliva. My mouth opens slightly while I breathe through it. That's crazy, man! I stand up and look ahead at the wall clock.

My mouth watered at the sight, my once-dull teeth now sharpened into fangs. Oh my fucking gods. What the hell is happening to me?I had to be hallucinating. I freaking had to be. Once I splashed more water on my face, I wiped the blood away and stared at my teeth, which were now dull again. I mean, they hadn’t been fangs in the first place. They couldn’t have been. And my eyes … they were my regular color still. Nothing had changed. I just … hadn’t had much to eat tonight. I must’ve been seeing things now. Maybe all that face-fucking and closet sex had gone to my head. I needed some water to drink and something to fill my tummy.

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.

“Says the girl who was crying and whimpering while she got ruined.” I ran my tongue over my teeth, tasting the aftertaste of what just went down on my breath.“Yeah.” I grinned. “Honestly, I still can’t believe that actually happened,” I confessed. Because no matter how many times I replayed it in my head, it all still felt ike a dream.

“Open your mouth.” He pulls out, leaving my mouth bare and wide. It suddenly feels strange to have a mouth without his cock in it. My jaw is oddly heavy. Still, I obey, parting my mouth wider for him to see how much I’ve stretched. Unexpectedly, he spits inside my mouth! The cold nasty saliva slams against my mouth, forming a filthy bubble gum on my tongue! Oh. My. God! I'm freaking out. I want to puke… Gag… just anything to get rid of his shit that’s slowly spreading in my mouth!

“Yeah… Do your dreams tell you things sometimes?” She nods, unblinking. “Do they tell you if it’s going to rain the next day? Can you taste it?” Another nod, but her lower lip begins to wobble into a smile. “Do your dreams show you… what’s going to happen the next day? If your mom is going to read a specific book at bedtime or pack a specific lunch before you leave for school?” Her mouth widens into a grin, showcasing a missing tooth. “Yep. Why?”

Vomiting a little amount of blood some of his teeth fell out. He didn't expect the teeth but as he inhales more his black long hair detached from his head. He expected it but as he thought that he didn't know what's happening. As one could guess... his conscious went shut down. ------------------------------