Dreams About Your Teeth Crumbling Novels & Stories

Raised ridges of fresh red, destined to gradually face into a small scar. Unfortunately, being in the bathroom shows me daylight. Which day, I have no idea. My stomach rumbles so violently that I could have been asleep a week. Begrudgingly, I reopened my mindlink, just in case everything burned down around me and I remained oblivious. I almost drop the toothbrush straight into the basin when I hear the sultry voice of my cannonball. /Testing testing/ I continue brushing my teeth, having to try and repress a hindering smile.

I had been dismissed from training for the next few sessions as the Beta and Clarice prepared for my assessment, meaning I had the whole next day to spend with Mains searching for the missing journal. I shoved the dry crumbs of my sandwich in my mouth, determined to make it an early night and soak in as much sleep as possible. I showered quickly, rinsing off the sweat and hastily running shampoo through my matted hair. I rushed through every routine, desperately hurrying to my bed as if the morning would come sooner if I did. When I finally lay my head on my pillow I was met with urgent dreams, dreams of lapping flames and resounding screams. I dreamt of families being ripped apart, of danci

Climbing in bed I try to sleep, but my mind is stuck, stuck between wishing I hadn't stopped Marcus, and then worried about Katy, what did they fall out over that caused her to run? An hour passes by as my mind wanders until I become too exhausted to keep my eyes open, the dreams are vivid, I feel like I am crying in my sleep, my body shaking. Why am I having dreams now? Why are they showing me Jackson and Marcus locked up and getting hurt? I don't sleep well, I try to wake up from the dreams but struggle to, so they plague me all night, waking up it is morning, and my eyes are soaked from the tears, so I was crying.

And suddenly, I no longer want to go any further. Something crunches under my foot and I startle violently, then again at the sudden noise I hear before realizing it is the sound of my own heartbeat, rebounding behind my eardrums. I look down, but there are only splintered fragments of bone, the remains of a small jaw-bone and teeth, and I laugh. But it's a shaky laugh which dies quietly and quickly. Rats too... .... And I gave you a hard time for not speaking about it....

The nails, I hated to notice, were slightly thicker, rounded at the tip, as if the memory of the claw did not want to go away. "There’s something else," he said, almost in a breath. "Several, actually." He turned his hand up. "I wake up, and the tip of my tooth hurts. Not like the pain of inflammation. It’s as if they were bigger. Sometimes my tongue scrapes and cuts." The rose flushed on the face of shame. "And vision in the dark got too good. I turn off the lights and see clearly. Even when I’m a man again." I breathed slowly, containing the wave that wanted to drag me. "Since when?"

“Your secret’s safe with us… for now. But next time you have a hot dream, bite the pillow, yeah? These walls are paper-thin, and sound travels like wildfire.” Amaya winked, grabbing her toothbrush from the small shelf. “Or invite us into the dream next time. Sounds way more entertaining than counting the cracks in the ceiling for the thousandth time.”

I clench my teeth as white flashes flash in my vision. “MAKE IT STOP!” I scream as I rip the door open and fall out on to the road. I scream before it turns to a howl. I convulse on the floor. Fighting whatever is happening to me. Rolling to my knees, I pant as my claws slip out and I growl loudly, fighting to gain control of myself. When I’m hit with flashing images and I scream out in pain, clutching my head as my claws rake down my face.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

I'm like set on fire. My gums itched then hurt. I just realized that a fang had grown here. Am I dreaming? Why does everything seem so real? My gum pain got worse. It itches. Hurt again. It reached up to my head. I swallowed it because of the pain. Strictly. Strictly. It's like there's a tendon in my head that's about to burst. Still holding my head, someone grabbed my hair and it was pulled out. When I looked at it, I realized that my hair was falling out and it was hanging on my long nails.