Dreaming About Vomiting Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stood up from my bed, but quickly sat back down when I felt dizzy. I felt something in my stomach, like it was being dug up. The next thing I knew, I was vomiting on the floor. Unlike others who vomit what they ate, all that came out was saliva. There's no sink or restroom in my room, so I had to vomit on the floor. I'm too dizzy to go downstairs to the restroom. I'm wondering what's happening to me. Did I get cursed or do I have a brain tumor? I don't want to die yet.

I curled up on the floor in my own blood, a sharp pain radiated from my back, very intense that i felt my empty stomach toil. It kept going, then I felt all my stomach contents come out, I vomited horridly, the pain increased per second, the whole floor was covered red, with my own blood, the room filled with a stench smell of the blood and sweat. I cursed Dante as I held unto the chair for my dear life. The room started becoming hazy, I felt with the much oxygen there was in the whole room, there was none left for me.

What’s more horrifying about the dream is the possibility of something like that happening. “I. . . .,” I try to speak amidst crying. “I had a bad dream.” I broke out again. My hands sink into my hair, roughening it as I try to get the image of my battered face out of my head. There was so much blood. . . My blood. I think I’m going crazy. “In my dream I died!” I sob. “Brutally and I don’t want to-“ Just then, warm arms envelop my body, pulling me into an embrace.

The blood oozed out from my eyes, ears, stomach, and throat. I gasped and jerked my body backward as I opened my eyes. I heard a loud breaking sound, but all I could think of was how I was choking and gagging as I felt my neck and stomach. It was eerily genuine. I felt every bone the knife crossed fracture. My eyes welled up and a sob escaped my lips. Since that incident, I've been plagued by dreams. I hid my head in my hands and attempted to keep my trembling body under control. These nightmares can be enjoyable at times, making me want to sleep indefinitely, recreating the same scenarios over and over. However, there are occasions when things are even worse.

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.

No matter how hard I tried to stop the thoughts, they kept fighting in my head struggling for each one Just as I was beginning to calm myself, a sharp pain shot through my stomach. It was sudden, fierce like a blade twisting inside me. I gasped, clutching my abdomen as the pain intensified. "What...?" I muttered, doubling over trying to catch my breath. My vision blurred as I stumbled back into the room, the pain relentless. I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach heaved. I vomited into the sink, first the soup, then a bitter taste rising in my throat. But what followed next made my blood run cold— dark, crimson blood flattered into the basin.

Gripping the edge of the bed for support, she took a deep breath, hoping to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But as she moved towards the bathroom, her legs wobbled, and a sudden rush of nausea had her clutching her stomach. Emily barely made it to the sink before she was retching, the bitterness of bile burning her throat. Her body felt like it was betraying her, as if the dream had physically manifested into an illness she couldn’t shake.

"Do you want to talk about the dream?" I shook my head, the vivid flashes of the nightmare still too raw. "No. It wasn't good. Terrible actually. I don't want to talk about it. Hell, I don't even want to think about it ever again." She nodded. "I get it. These meds can cause strange dreams. Sometimes they feel too real." As she tugged the blanket back, a smear of blood on the sheet caught my attention. My stomach dropped. Seeing the blood smudged on the stark white sheet threw me straight back into the nightmare.

The red hole in his forehead, the blood spilling onto the ground like a dark river. My knees buckle—my chest heaves, and a violent gag tears through my throat. I turn away and drop the gun, falling to my knees as I vomit. Everything I ate at breakfast, every bite, every drop pours out of me. The smell of blood mixes with bile, burning my nose.

“I of course, disagreed to go with him. I would rather die than help that man. So he left angrily. That was when it began, my haunting dreams that is.” “Excuse me for cutting you off,” The doctor said, raising his hand. “You already had haunting dreams, didn’t you?” “I did, but they were about my father. These time, I am having dreams about people I don’t know about. I dream of their blood splattered on the floor, I hear screams and I feel their pain every time. I do not know if it is one person or several, as I do not see a body. At times I see flashes, but not enough for me to know their gender.”