One Fate Leads To Another

Prologue

I always believe that dreams take you to another universe where you lead a completely different life. Yet, dreams are what they are, unreal and untouchable. My theories are of course untrue, and merely a consequence of my disbelief towards the wonders which human mind is capable of creating.

So many nights, I woke up to the most fascinating dreams I've ever had just to catch a glimpse of what's left in my memories of it. Then, it faded so quickly if I had not written bits of them down. The faces of the handsome are always in a blur. The locations where dreams took place are often bizarre. The remanent of a dream is reduced to sensational experience. It is usually the strong sentiment that woke me, as it is always sentiments that lingered after I had waken up. 

I am shocked and deeply impressed by the ability of the human mind to fabricate the most realistic yet surreal experience when one is asleep. I would like to go back to my theory, and soon I begin to wonder what life does my alternative self live if I piece together my eerie dreams like a puzzle.

One night, I was sucked into the dreamland once again. At first, I was completely sober and realized that i was dreaming, but as all my senses strengthened, I completely immersed myself in this new world. My knowledge of the waking world did not vanish but my sense of time and space shifted back and forth. A second is stretched over to a minute and years passed by in a flicker. I no longer remembered that the events of the dreamland is man-made by me.

Therefore began the story of Alice Dumaine in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, as the way I remembered it.

It's just another made-up fan fiction then? Another silly teenage girl gluing wild fantasies together in making a ridiculous tale?

Perhaps it is just my dreams, but I could recall a quote that says, "Of course it's happening inside your head. Why should that mean that it's not real?"