Dream Cringe 소설 & 이야기

Gracia Ten words echoed in my head like a bad song I couldn’t stop replaying. I am going to suck a dick in my dream. I was kneeling on the bed, hands wrapped around this stranger’s waist, face far too close to his hips, my cheek practically brushing against the line of muscle that disappeared under a dangerously low towel. Normally, there was no way I’d be doing this if this were real. No matter how heartbroken I was. No matter how many drinks I’d had. No matter how stupidly desperate I felt.

Pain still lingers in my body, but his presence eases something deeper, something unspoken. The system hums faintly, but the sound glitches, crackles, and cuts out again. A headache pulses at the base of my skull, rhythmic, annoying. “System,” I whisper, “run full…” Static slices through my mind like a wire snapping. “No… stable… crash… detected…” Dream notices my wince immediately. “Gloss? What’s wrong?” I open my mouth, but the glitch hits harder this time, like a jolt of electricity behind my eyes. I suck in a breath, gripping Dream’s hand tighter.

The world then fades to black. End of Dream* I jolt awake with a piercing scream, my chest heaving, a thick sheen of sweat coating my skin. My entire body trembles, cold with fear and grief, my heart racing like it's about to burst from my ribs.

Trying to hold back my tears to be strong for Thomas. Crissy’s Point of View (End of Crissy’s Dream) Waking up in a sweat. My anxiety was out of control. I grab my asthma pump and medication. My heart is beating out of my chest. I haven’t had a dream like this in a month. These dreams have become more lifelike like I have been living them repeatedly. I climb out of bed and went down to the kitchen. Switching on the kettle and made myself a cup of coffee. Going out onto the porch and stare out over the forest. I pick up my phone to call Austin.

Brad fell silent too, and the whole car was filled with an uneasy quietness. As time passed, maybe because of hearing bastard Archie's name, it triggered a discomforting feeling within me. My head started throbbing, and terrifying images flashed through my mind – raging flames, mangled bodies, haunting darkness. It felt as if I were trapped in a nightmarish realm, struggling to break free, but unable to escape. Suddenly, eerie and horrifying screams echoed in my mind, and a blood-red vision seemed to confront me, leaving me in a state of shock.

I rolled my eyes as I settled in the bed. He's being a bit thoughtful by bringing me water, I'm sure I would've gone downstairs again if he hadn't brought it. I let out a sigh as I palmed my face. Flashbacks of my wild dreams started playing in my head. I've never had a wet dream before, why am I having a wet dream with a man I despise? What at all has come over me? Why did I feel hurt after learning that he hooked up with Crystal? I mean it's none of my business who he hooks up with.

I shot up in my bed; my sheets were soaked from sweat. I had let out a scream but no one was home to hear it. It was a dark shadowy day outside so my room was dim and I sat there wracking my mind, just trying to remember my dream. I couldn't really remember it; all I could recall was that it was frightening and more of a nightmare than a dream. I slowly moved to the side of the bed and decided to just go take a shower. I walked across the bedroom in all of my nudity to the bathroom. As I looked up into the mirror, I could see that my dark curly hair was now nothing but wet, matted frizz. I reached to grab a ponytail holder and looked back at my reflection. But it was no longer just me.

Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice. "I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with Demitri." Steve challenged. Kyle hyped the dare up, laughing at them both. Becca looked at Demitri as if asking him permission. Demitri was red as ever. He knows why Steve did it; he told the boys he has a massive crush on Becca. He just wanted finals to be over so that hopefully they could just go their separate ways and he would never be embarassed. "I can only do that if he wants to." Becca said, making Demitri sweat more. Now he wishes that he tried to do more things in his life. Maybe then he would be drunk enough to do it.

I initially would have lied down on it, but I could get a cold, so I struggled to stand up, raising my whole body, pushing myself towards the room. My soft, large cotton bed welcomed me as I closed my eyes softly. I stared at the ceiling, my mind wandering about nothing in particular. I just couldn't get my mind straight at all. You know when you are trying to think about something really profound, and your mind keeps rotating around that one thing you are trying to avoid. “Sex!” “Sex!” “Sex!” “Sex!” “Aaah,” I screamed loudly, holding the strands of my hair tightly like I was about to rip them off in open frustration.

Cris chuckled low, tilting Ken’s chin with one hand. “You’re drunk on adrenaline,” he said. Ken kissed him anyway. Hard. The kiss deepened fast—messy, needy, intense. Clothes shifted. Hands roamed. Ken’s breath hitched. Cris felt his restraint cracking like thin ice. His fangs threatened to descend. He pulled away—too fast. Ken blinked. “What’s wrong?” Cris turned away. “Nothing.” But Ken saw it. The sharp gleam of something unnatural in Cris’s mouth.