Dreams About Your Teeth Crumbling Novels & Stories

I brushed my teeth three to four times until my gums were bleeding. I wrapped a towel around myself. My skin was burning from all the scrubbing. I walked to my room and changed into some comfortable clothes. After I was done with everything, I broke down again. I cried my heart out. I don't know when I'll stop feeling this way... I don't know when all this will stop. I just want all of this to be over... I'm tired... I can't take this anymore.

When the cold wind tore the curtains open and moonlight flooded the room, everything broke. My father had reached for me. “Kaela, I'm here. You are safe, control yourself.” My mother scoffed. “Safe? She is a danger to herself, and to us.” That was the last clear thing. My spine had arched, and a sharp crack tore through my back. I screamed, the sound breaking halfway into something deeper. My fingers clawed at the floor. Nails split and lengthened. Another louder crack. My jaw forced forward, teeth tearing through my gums.

SIENNA I wondered how my teeth hadn’t fallen out yet from the amount of sugar that I had taken. And yet somehow, I couldn't seem to get enough. I was beginning to feel as if my life was about to be snuffed out of me in the minutes to come. I couldn't think about anything. I didn’t even want to think about anything.

My mind whirls, torn between the need to know and the fear of what I might find. I take a deep breath and slowly lift the lid. Inside, nestled on black velvet, are two sharp, canine teeth. They glint under the dim light, mocking me with their stark, unsettling beauty. I freeze, my pulse pounding so loudly it drowns out every thought. Why does he have these? And whose teeth are they?

“Yeah… Do your dreams tell you things sometimes?” She nods, unblinking. “Do they tell you if it’s going to rain the next day? Can you taste it?” Another nod, but her lower lip begins to wobble into a smile. “Do your dreams show you… what’s going to happen the next day? If your mom is going to read a specific book at bedtime or pack a specific lunch before you leave for school?” Her mouth widens into a grin, showcasing a missing tooth. “Yep. Why?”

I woke up with a jolt, feeling a sharp pain in my back. Night after night, broken fragments of memories from my childhood flooded my dreams. I saw flashes of my parents' faces, their laughter, and their love. But intertwined with those precious moments were glimpses of darkness and despair. The images were hazy, like trying to piece together a shattered mirror. Each fragment held a clue, but I couldn't quite grasp their meaning.

Yes, I was sleep-deprived thanks to a strange dream that never ended. “When will this nightmare end?” My hands were still shaking when I took the toothbrush, then put toothpaste on it. I started brushing my teeth and looking into what mistakes I had made until a handsome man approached me in such a dream, even though he had to die in my hands. My head weighing heavy, and my eyelids almost fell. The pain made me want to sleep again. I’m lucky that I’m used to all of this and don’t throw up like I used to.

I staggered backwards and felt my knees trembled. "Who a-are you? Why are you in my dreams?" I asked, but a teeth suddenly fall from my mouth. "From that moment, I bolted upright from bed. Luckily, I didn't wake you up." "That's a pretty weird dream," Caius said as he inched back to the living room. He sat again at the sofa, still browsing his phone up and down. "Really. Does that even make sense? Ugh," I whined. "It hurts my brain more."

What happened to Jace? Why was he covered in blood? Was he hurt? Dreams like this usually mean something. The night before my parents' car accident, I had a terrible nightmare—I dreamt my two front teeth fell out, blood pouring everywhere. I woke up crying hysterically. The next day, my parents were gone forever. A wave of panic hit me so hard I barely noticed Hayden watching me. It wasn't until he reached out and gently wiped the cold sweat from my forehead that I snapped out of it. "Did you have a nightmare?"

It’s to be expected when its teeth sink into my unpinned shoulder, crunching through my bones. My own scream has me falling out of bed. Shit. Sweat slicks my skin and my hands are shaky as if it was real. It was just a dream. A dream I’ve had plenty of times before. It always ends the same. With me bleeding out in the ditch just like my mother.