Dreams About Your Teeth Crumbling Novels & Stories

ADAIRA ** I had weird dreams. Dreams of wars and death that seemed more like memories I have lived through or will live through in the future. In every one of these dreams, I saw a different version of me, with white hair and white eyes. I saw my grandmother again, she was warning me to hurry, telling me that we were running out of time. I tried to ask her questions but I could not do so in my dream, it was like there was a barrier between us and she kept being pulled away from me and out of my reach.

Emily replied Lauren sighed In relief. "You remembered a dream you had two nights ago and screamed like that." Lauren shook her head, "What? Someone you saw in your dreams materialized to you?" "No, if you put it that way." Emily said, a deflation in her tone, "It was a really scary dream. I saw a man, and In that dream, he was asking about his tooth from me." Lauren took a pause, inhaling and exhaling sharply. You could visibly see the paleness of her skin,as she yelled away from the receiver.

But the wolf in my chest doesn’t care about want or need—it only cares about the moon, and the wild, and the rip of muscle through skin. I drag myself back to the hallway, hand over hand, nails scratching the wood with every crawl. My vision doubles, then triples, then tunnels down to a single point of light. The apartment is a haunted house, every shape warped and monstrous, the shadows crawling with things I don’t want to name. The next wave of pain starts in my jaw. My teeth are too big for my mouth, crowding against the bone, shifting in the gums. I bite down, but the pressure is too much—something cracks, and the taste of blood goes from memory to fresh, hot reality.

I picked up the toothpaste and my toothbrush, I put the paste on the brush, got some water and rinsed my mouth then began brushing. While brushing I stopped immediately, is my eyes messing with me? I quickly spat out and looked back up at the mirror, bringing my teeth to view, they had returned back to their usual form. I kept staring at my teeth in disbelief and then I screamed happily, I wasn't looking like a freak anymore. I heard a knock on the door and it slowly cracked open with Jane's head popping in “Hayley are you alright in there?” I heard Jane ask. “Yes I am,never better. My teeth has returned back to normal” I sang happily

Lucas woke up with a jerk. His heavy breathing and sweaty face were the proof of how traumatic his past has been. It's very common for him to have such dreams. He was gritting his teeth tightly, his jaw clenched so hard that he felt his teeth might break. It's so fucking hurting that he has to live all that time over and over again. Placing a hand at his racing heart, he wiped the sweat but why is his eyes stinging? And just then a drop of water fell over the back of his palm.

My back collides with the soft bed and I settle down after a few bounches. I look up with dread. With straight lips and clenched teeth he was unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were intense and cold. A shiver passes through my spine in dread. My body starts trembling at the possibilities of what he is thinking of doing. “I still haven't destroyed your dreams, love. I will destroy it bit by bit. Everyday, your dreams will be destroyed a little bit and at last...." I shake my head when I see him throwing his shirt away. “a new dream will flourish and that will be me. Your dreams will be filled with me in it."

Bloody hell, my throat did prick like needles before hydration. Tessa pulls a chair across me and settles on it. "You were trembling and then I approached you and even called your name several times. But it appeared that you were lost in some other world. And suddenly you pushed me away and charged towards the table and broke it. Were you having a nightmare or something?" "You can say that. It kind of felt like a nightmare. When I closed my eyes I saw my dad." I look at my long nails. "Salty sugars! That's terrible." Tessa gasps. "So that's why you were trembling?"

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

A wet, sickening crack echoed through the room as the first tooth tore free, blood pooling instantly. His screams curdled the air. “ONE FOR SARAH,” I growled, my voice venom. “You're crazy,” he breathed, sputtering on his own saliva The second molar. Twist. Pull. Another scream, sharper this time, more desperate. “ONE FOR GABRIEL.” “F*ck you, f*ck, you,” His words slurred now, garbled with blood. The third tooth. The fourth. He spat blood onto the floor, coughing, sobbing, shaking now, the pain finally starting to pierce his delusion.

He succumbed to me with a smile, raising his eyebrow significantly. “Okay, I broke down, I fucked up, I fucked up myself, more I’m bothered by these dreams if they’re at all.” “Someone wants to kill me, I don’t know why, in a couple of days “it’s not easy to digest, you know”, I was breathing hard. He drew me closer to him.