Dream Of Bleeding From Mouth Novels & Stories

If anything, it grew sharper. My heart thumped painfully against my ribs, hard and frantic, like it wanted to break free. Sweat clung to my forehead, dripping along the side of my face as I struggled to suck in a shaky breath. The dream flashed behind my eyes again. That sky. That moon… glowing like a bleeding wound in the heavens. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my racing mind. A Blood Moon… Why would I see that? Why now? Another breath trembled out of me.

I usually had that dream after a particularly stressful day or if I’d had any alcohol. Ah. That would be why I felt like there was a hammer drill in my head and the Sahara desert in my mouth. “Uuuurrgghhh” I moaned as I rolled over to grab the glass of water next to my bed. The water disappeared in a couple of seconds and I swear I didn't even swallow. My mouth just absorbed it. I flopped back down on my bed and tried to put the dream out of my mind and remember why I felt this way.

before clamping her mouth shut hard enough to hurt. "Jack?” I supplied. “Jack,” she said quickly, eyes bright with a lie. “From the mill. About bread. Which he knows about.” I let it pass. Not forgiveness. Not yet. But she was here with honey and bad jokes and a pastry I would probably pay for later. The market thinned as we took the long way home. Somewhere a bell rang; somewhere else, hammers began to sing. Back at home, I practiced a tone and drifted into a dream. My dreams come heavy, thick, but not the same as before. This time, the bleed feels real. The air is thick with ash, my skin hot, my veins thrumming with power I don’t understand.

“I think I just had a vision.” Finn draws his eyebrows together “What was the vision?” I again shake my head, not wanting to recall the visual I had just witnessed in my sleep. “Uh, screaming, blood. Lots of blood and smoke. There was a big bang…” “Like an explosion?” Xander asks, glancing at me again through the mirror.

“You have to eat.” Deimos growls, bares his razor-sharp little teeth, and bites into my breast, settling down when the blood starts flowing into his mouth. ** I gasp and sit upright, grabbing my aching breasts. My bra and shirt are soaked, and the memory of the dream is still so fresh that I can’t bring myself to look down. It takes a while for my heartbeat to return to normal.

I breathed, sitting up on my bed. My eyes instantly went to my hands, and they were free of the black veins… meaning that what I thought just happened was only a dream? Or an illusion? Still confused, I tried to move, but that ended up shattering my body into a coughing spree. I coughed so hard that blood filled my mouth—just like in that dream. What the hell was happening? I tried to grab a glass of water to control it, but the cough only got stronger. I violently coughed my way to the ground while my chest burned.

In my dream I could hear the way the guys murmur on how much they loved me as their cocks sank into my body. The pounding sensation at the front of my head pulled me from my dreams and I turned my head to the side and licked my chapped lips. My mouth was so dry, and my throat was sore. My neck was throbbing, and my vision was blurry. I tried to move my arms and legs but I couldn’t and whatever I was sitting on, I was tied to it.

Gasping for breath, I tried to sit up, but my eyes were drawn upward. Blood. A torrent of blood poured from above, cascading down like rain, drenching me in its warmth. My scream caught in my throat as the blood got into my mouth, warm and thick. I jolted awake, choking and gagging, my hands clawing at my throat as if to rid myself of the blood I had swallowed. But nothing came. No blood, no relief. My hands clutched at my chest as I wheezed, heart hammering, the terror from the dream still pulsing through me.

Instead, I am stumbling from the bed; as soon as my feet hit the floor the vibrations shake my body, and my mouth lights up again. The body I’m in falls to the floor and my hands fly to my mouth. My hands are exploring my mouth and a sob escapes as more pain floods my senses. Blood dribbles from my open mouth onto the white carpet and my hands frantically try to stop the blood from getting on a doll nearby.

Leaving me wet and frustrated, I wanted to gouge my eyes and mouth for not responding quickly. But it was just a dream…or was it? Because when I woke up that morning I saw a hickey blooming on the side of my neck. One that I had never seen before.