Dreams Of Teeth Crumbling Novels & Stories

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 said and ate the bread with hummus. My lips quivered. “You know I don’t remember my parents at all. All these nightmares that I see are in a haze. It’s like I am a part of this scary, hazy, horror movie. This shit needs to go. Why the hell am I dreaming something so gross? I need a break!”

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?"

My hands push the toilet lead open and I pour out my stomach into the toilet. Nothing comes out aside from spit. A wrenching pain on my stomach adds to the traumatic scene I just witnessed in my dream. I try to force something out of my stomach into the toilet but nothing falls out. I give up. I close the toilet and flush, sitting on the floor feebly. What a night. Why on earth did my mind play such sick games with me tonight? Can’t a girl get a decent sleep the night she finally kissed her lifetime crush?

"I don't want to lose what we have now, but I'm so scared—so unbelievably terrified that this is all just another cruel act to get something from me, or that I'll soon wake up to find this has all just been a nasty dream." At these words, a single tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, until they were pouring freely from his eyes. But I knew deep down that this was merely what I desperately wanted to see—after all, the Rominic in my dreams would weep so freely, while the real Rominic would never cry so easily.

I would be sick, if I had enough control of my mouth. I stare down over a war worse than anything Father ever created. The tiny sliver of peace Kieran clawed back is destroyed, forgotten in a disaster the likes of which the world has never seen. And everyone is dying. *** I shoot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. The light outside the tent flap is darker, approaching sunset. My head pounds. That dream felt so impossibly real that I know it’s going to come true someday. Maybe soon. I have to tell—

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

Another nightmare. I drag a hand over my face, trying to slow my breathing. But the images still claw at the edges of my mind. Blood. So much blood. A little girl screaming. And me… or something that feels like me… teeth bared, hands soaked red, the world shaking underfoot. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force the pieces to come together. But it’s always the same. Just when it feels like I might see the full picture, it all blurs into nothing.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

The fragments of the reoccurring nightmare were still fading from my eyes—the endless land of white snow, the terrible sound of a woman’s desperate scream, a broken silver moon clutched in bloody fingers, and an infant crying against the winter wind. I couldn't grasp the details. Every time I tried to reach for them, they slipped through my mind, leaving behind nothing but a cold emptiness. It was the third night in a row. Each dream lasted a little longer than the last. Each time, the woman's face remained hidden... but the crying infant sounded closer. “You look like you fought a war in your sleep.”