Dream Of Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.

Blood flow down from my eyes like tears streaming down from someone 's eyes. I was feeling a presence of someone from the beginning.The feeling like someone was forcing me on the ground,the attacks ,the glass container began to shake on it's own ,it exploded and shattered before my eyes.A piece cut through my skin causing a deep gush of wound .My face began to heat up and it started paining like hell.While drinking water from a old broken pipe the water changed into blood.The person whom I have seen in my dream since childhood wearing cloak ,whose face I have never seen was standing behind me , trying to kill me with the same dagger which she used to kill that couple .Everything felt surreal

His face and deep red eyes invaded my subconscious. At one point my restless dreams turned into nightmares. Images of Crimson begging me to forgive me. His body bleeding out on the snow-covered ground as my words of rejection rang out repeatedly around us. The look in his eyes was haunting, and even though I knew it was a dream, that it wasn’t real - It felt it. In the brightness of the snow-covered ground, I was powerless to watch as his blood pooled beneath him. The crimson liquid seeped into the white backdrop, saturating the ground. “I love you” He whispered as his eyes closed and silence engulfed me.

The world tips dangerously on the edge of my vision and silver clouds flashes before my eyes. There's chains…and blood…and screaming…everywhere. “Please make it stop," I pleaded, grabbing hold of the nearest tree for support. "Menodora!" I can hear his voice in my head, sharp and distinct, yet so far away. Another vision flashes across, women burning beneath a blood moon…hands are reaching for me…tearing at my skin from different directions. “Please…" my voice cracks. “Make it…make it…stop.” I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks but I'm too weak to wipe them off.

She must be with her best friend, Tawny. Unfortunately, my sleep is not very restful. This time I don’t dream about a gorgeous man with beautiful golden hair and rich amber eyes. No, it’s the same nightmare as before. This time I’m not in my bed. I’m out on the street, and I’m running from the glowing mist. I dream of it catching me and clawing me until my body is nearly in shreds. Even in sleep, I can feel the life draining out of me. I look at my dying body to see my lifeblood being drained. Terror and fascination fuse in my mind as I watch my blood turn into a pulsating red and black light while it streams out of my body. In my dream, I try to pull my failing body away from this soul-suck

Eyes. Not normal ones. Not human ones. The kind of eyes that see through you. The kind that remember your scent, your heartbeat, the exact rhythm of your breath. They weren’t everywhere, but they were enough. I shook it off. Told myself I was being paranoid. That maybe the bond with Jude had made me too sensitive. Or maybe the dreams were bleeding into my real life. Because the dreams… They were getting worse. They started normal enough. Blurry. Confusing. Then sharper. Vivid. I would be walking through a forest of glass trees or drowning in black oceans. I’d see fangs. Fire. A throne made of bones. Always from a distance.

I blinked, forcing my eyes to focus, but it was gone the instant I thought I saw it. My pulse quickened again. I’m imagining things, I told myself, but my instincts screamed otherwise. Something was watching me. I backed away from the window, shaking. My hands pressed to my temples as fragments of the nightmare surfaced in my mind — the forest, the blood, glowing eyes in the dark. The same eyes that had seemed to burn through my dreams, the ones that had made me run even in sleep. I swallowed hard. My voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. “Not real… not real…”

My heart was in my stomach as I wrote down the details, fighting the urge to throw up as I urgently scribbled the remnants of my memory. -------- Bloodshot, tear-stained grey eyes looking through smoke, a golden goblet with rubies around the rim. A man with three scars across his neck, dressed in black, stood over the lifeless body of Alexander who was bleeding heavily somewhere outdoors -------- At least you have a starting point Fyre muttered in an attempt to remain positive. I wrote every dream down and then locked the notebook away but after a week of waking up in terror, I needed to stop kidding myself. Every night so far the dream ended with me hearing my own heart-rending scream. Than

While I lay weakly in the tub, different images flash across my mind in a blurred frenzy and a throbbing starts to develop in my head region. I close my eyes, willing the pains to go away, but it only seems to get worse, the images going by faster. As I try to pay attention to the details on some images, I discover that they look similar to what I see in my dreams. An object in one of the image changes its course, and it looks like it's getting closer to me. Suddenly, my eyes snap open, and I gasp in shock. The pains have subsided, but I feel a wet liquid trickle down my nose. I touch it and on looking at my hand, I find that I'm bleeding.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"