Dreams About Your Teeth Crumbling Novels & Stories

My teeth grits hard, clenching and grinding the molars. “Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!” Looking up, I find understanding grey eyes staring at me. I didn’t know when I walked here. My throat worked. A lump lodged in my throat and refused to go away. “Can I.. can I hug you?”

They were terrified for me, even if they tried to hide it behind forced smiles and burnt toast. "Eat up, Maya," my mother said, her hands trembling as she poured my tea. "You need your strength for the prep school today." I nodded, but I couldn't swallow. My stomach felt like it was full of jagged glass. For the last three nights, the dreams had been worse. Vivid, terrifying flashes of things that felt like memories but hadn't happened yet. Last night, it was a bridge. A bright red bridge snapping in the middle of a thunderstorm. The sound of metal screaming against metal was so loud I woke up crying.

Our dreams, things we wanted to do together in the future, all those promises? “Ahahaha…” I let out a bitter chuckle erupting from the bed. With so much roughness, I gripped the strands of my hair, to a point where it stung my skull painfully. At least the pain was real; at least it was the only thing gluing me to reality.

"What are you shaking your head at? Am I blind to you? I'm blind in love with you but my eyes aren't blind Hubbyyyy!" You're really corny Trix, your lines are boring. "Tsk, what I mean is--- okay-okay let's direct it to the point, you should always brush your teeth promise your saliva really stinks as well as your breath!" I'm going to tell him the truth but he's just speechless? Does he hear what I said or is he just deaf?

I woke up in a panic, my dreams had turned from Bram deliciously kissing me on a bed, caressing my skin, slowly pushing down the straps of my top, to me suddenly dropping into a black, never ending hole. It was one of those dreams where you wake with a thud in your bed and your heart pounding. In my case, I headbutted a log as I juddered back into life.

Water ran, white foam disappearing down the drain. “I finished,” she declared, snapping her tiny fingers like she’d just closed a major deal. “Teeth super clean. Dentist will cry because no job for him.”

I gave him one baby tooth, which was his, and I had the baby tooth of mine in the middle of my palm and showed him what happened next. In my dreams, I dreamed about keys made of bones. And as I showed him both the teeth, the thing turned into a mirage of a picture until the teeth transformed into keys in front of us. Devon held his breath as he watched what happened and then looked at me wide-eyed, still in shock, and didn’t know what to say.

A car alarm chirped and then thought better of it. Day 112. Fever at two a.m. made friends with a chill at three. I sweated through the shirt and dreamed in cracks. When I woke, my gums throbbed and I ran my tongue along my teeth like a thief checking locks. They felt the same. They did not. The edges were… assertive.

He holds onto the counter and clenches his teeth together. Suddenly, there is the taste of rust filling his mouth. He nearly chokes on the blood in shock. He hurriedly spits it out when he suddenly hears a clicking sound coming from the bottom of the sink. Confused, he looks at the basin. Inside it, he sees a tooth mixed with his blood and saliva. Horrified with the scene at the front, he looks at himself in the mirror. His body staggers back in shock. He somehow balances himself by holding tightly onto the sink. His c-canine teeth have fallen out.

My mouth watered at the sight, my once-dull teeth now sharpened into fangs. Oh my fucking gods. What the hell is happening to me?I had to be hallucinating. I freaking had to be. Once I splashed more water on my face, I wiped the blood away and stared at my teeth, which were now dull again. I mean, they hadn’t been fangs in the first place. They couldn’t have been. And my eyes … they were my regular color still. Nothing had changed. I just … hadn’t had much to eat tonight. I must’ve been seeing things now. Maybe all that face-fucking and closet sex had gone to my head. I needed some water to drink and something to fill my tummy.