Dreaming About Vomiting Blood Novels & Stories

Rowan said mercilessly. My breath hitched. For a second, the world tilted. I tried to answer him, but the pain hit me hard — a burning wave rising through my chest. The poison. I stumbled, clutching my stomach. My vision blurred. I could feel it coming, the bile rising up, and I tried to swallow it down, to keep some shred of dignity. But I couldn’t. Blood spilled from my mouth. Rowan froze, horror flickering across his face,"You’re vomiting blood! What’s happening to you?"

I even heard Skylar's shouting behind me to stop me, but I ignored everything and locked the door of the washroom and vomited over the toilet seat. I fell down and felt my surroundings getting blurry. I vomit all over the toilet seat once more. My eyes widened when I noticed the blood coming out with vomit. I quickly pulled the hem of my shirt upwards and saw that bruise my uncle used to beat with so much cruelty, and one day when he was beating me by his legs, kicking me continuously, I vomited blood there. I went to the doctor who told them that I had an internal injury that damaged my internal body system, making me suffer from suffocation if I put weight through my stomach. This morning,

The urge to vomit overwhelmed me. I struggled to walk to the bathroom. My vision blurred. When I finally reached the bathroom, I collapsed in front of the toilet. Blood spilled from my mouth. My eyes widened. Frozen in shock. Throwing up blood could only mean one thing: The person is dying. And in my case, it meant I was dying. Panic set in. Fear gripped my heart. How could this be happening? Now, of all times.

I screamed at him, screamed at the darkness as he disappeared into the night. I sat up sharply, rushing from my bed to the bathroom, throwing up. It’s always like this. Every night, the nightmare reminds me of what he stole from me. And every time I wake up, I have to throw up from the gore. Ridiculous, given I’m a vampire who has taken many lives and left bloody messes. But the memory of my son’s blood, body, and murder will always make me throw up.

I close my eyes and let the stench of blood and rotting corpse fill my nose. I jump up in my bed hyperventilating. It normally takes my brain a few minutes to realize I'm fine after the nightmares, but today is different. Logically, I know I'm on the bed, safe and away from any corpse, but I'm still thrashing and kicking. My mother's voice haunts my ears, the pungent smell hurts my noise. I feel vomit recoil so I run to the bathroom and empty everything I've been able to eat into the sink.

Not when I did not exactly know what was going on with me. I haven't been able to sleep well because I kept on dreaming about Valentina. And whenever I saw her in my dream, I always saw blood splattered everywhere on the ground. And every single time, there was a creepy smile on her face, before she would laugh without remorse, like someone who had been possessed by an evil spirit. Whenever I had such a dream, it kept on reminding me that there was something left to be discovered. My mind kept on telling me that Valentina had got her hands stained with blood.

Her voice came back to her, and she blurted out what she had been thinking, “What are you doing in my house?” In a very calm, deep voice, which was soothing and lacked any aggression or destress, “I saw you in my vision and in my dream, just like this. I came here to check on you and found you on the floor. You were unconscious and needed immediate attention, just like my dream and vision. I provided you some of my blood to help you improve faster and be able to take any bags of blood. I provided several bags of blood to hydrate you. I take it the visions and dreams are affecting you the same as they have been affecting me.”

A blanket or quilt maybe—I hope. She turned her head, ignoring the dizzy feeling movement created, and tried to see anything. This is the darkest space I’ve ever been in. She turned and lowered her other leg off the cot. Inhaling deeply, she tried to identify the smells. It was a damp mustiness, but earthy, as well, and not in a good way. Her stomach clenched at the offensive scent. Grimacing, she leaned down until her fingertips touched the floor beside her foot. It was dirt. Cold and damp dirt.

I had been throwing up all day from being sick, unable to keep anything down. There wasn't a single snack left in the house because I had been too weak to go grocery shopping lately. All I could do was lie in bed. My stomach growled with hunger, but I kept throwing up. I didn't even have the strength to make myself a bowl of soup. Suddenly, the metallic scent of blood hit the air. Realizing something was wrong, I forced myself up with every ounce of strength I had left, only to see Elliot violently vomiting blood. The doctor's warning flashed through my mind. If he started throwing up blood, he needed emergency resuscitation immediately to survive.

I said as I folded my arms, beginning to get pissed. I was hungry and was feeling weaker each day. Although, I didn’t think lack of food for just two days would make me feel this drained, but I do not even really know much about where we are, so I could not just jump into a conclusion. A few minutes after they had eaten, they started vomiting blood and dark insects that I have never seen before. They coughed hard and shook on the floor, like they were vibrating. Then I looked at Sam with a look that meant “See for yourself?” then I scoffed.