Dreams About Your Teeth Crumbling Novels & Stories

The rhythmic motion of the brush against my teeth mirrored the cadence of my racing heartbeat, a constant reminder that life continued even in the midst of my personal tempest. With each stroke, I allowed the tension to dissolve, surrendering to the soothing sensation of minty freshness. As the froth foamed and swirled in my mouth, I imagined it cleansing not only my teeth but also the bitterness that clung to my soul. I rinsed away the remnants of the past, allowing the water to carry away the emotional residue that had threatened to suffocate me.

Why do we look so much younger? She closes the trap. "You will grow up at the same time as your mate." "You will all know your futures better than any reading in the future.” were her last words as I opened my eyes again. I get up to run to the window, where I punch it to empty my stomach.. What Cleaning my mouth with my arm, Copper runs to do the same. What the hell was that?! I look at my brother expecting something and he just starts growling while my tears start to run down, what the hell was that dream about.

Winter was crying her eyes out like she could feel my pain and maybe she could. “I missed my mum, I saw her in my dreams every night, screaming and begging. The dreams always started the same way. The sound of rain, then the smell, then I feel my head get wet and my mum begins to scream. But just like that day, in that dream, I can not move. My legs are rooted to the ground and my lips are quivering in fear and cold.”

I asked and he looked away, gazing in front of him with glazed eyes. "I've been getting these weird dreams. They suck most of the time but I'm always dreaming about our look alikes. I mean, it's crazy. I really don't understand-" his voice trailed off and he gripped the railings until his knuckles turned white. He suddenly let out a bitter chuckle.

But months had passed, and she still hadn’t returned to her office. I didn’t mind, really. It kept my mind busy. Between rebuilding projects, patrol rosters, and managing supplies, I barely had time to think. Which was the point. Because when I did think, I heard them again. The cracking bones. The fading growls. The sound of men dying. I had not told anyone about the dreams. Every night, the same thing. The same screams. The same flashes of silver and red. I’d wake before dawn, sweat soaking through my shirt, the silence too heavy to breathe through.

When it smiled, I saw teeth like broken glass. "It's me." We were too late. The real nightmare was just beginning.

I hold onto the basin and try to ground myself but i cant. The thought of him finding me is causing me to have a panic attack. I try and focus on anything around me but nothing is working, and that’s when I notice my eyes. My eyes are glowing golden and my gums are hurting like crazy. I open my mouth and can see my gum is splitting to accommodate for the growth of my canines. I scream out in pain.

A grin formed on my face as I reached down to scratch Amar behind one of his velvety soft ears. "Dude, that was the most fucked up dream I've ...." my stomach gurgled, cutting me off mid-sentence, and I hurried to the bathroom knowing what was going to happen. Between the most realistic and strange dream that I've ever had, a migraine that was using my head as a gong, and Gram's tea that was basically a body purifier, I debated just crawling back in bed and calling it quits for the day.

Miserably. The nightmares had intensified, my sleep terrors worsening with each passing night. I'd wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, and my mates would be there, holding me, trying to calm me down. They hadn't slept properly in months, sacrificing their own rest to comfort me. It was a lonely existence, devoid of intimacy, and I feared it was a consequence of what they'd witnessed. My mouth, defiled, still tasted of his tongue, the disgust lingering like a bad omen. I'd lost count of the times I'd brushed and spat, trying to erase the memory.