Dreamadventure Stories

This story focuses on Gonzo and Pepe as they play in the mirror mansion while restoring Magic Mirror to get back home.

I am going to let you guys enter my dream. All of the dream I had, you are gonna witness them. I have been having both lucid dream and sleep paralysis, and I am gonna tell it to you guys everything and I might even turn one into a story. Yes, my dream, the authors dream. My dreams are worth it to read. In every dream I have different name.

Once upon a squeaky time, in a cozy little burrow under the floorboards of a quiet library, lived a young mouse named Milo. Milo wasn't just any mouse-he had the biggest ears in the neighborhood, and an even bigger imagination. But lately, he'd been having the strangest dreams. Every night, Milo dreamt he was being led through mysterious mazes-twisting paths of cheese walls, sliding trapdoors made of crackers, and bridges built from spaghetti noodles! But someone was always helping him... someone he couldn't quite see. One day, curious and a little puzzled, Milo decided to visit the wisest mouse in the warren: Dr. Squeaksalot, the mouse therapist. With a clipboard in paw and spectacles perched on his snout, Dr. Squeaksalot listened as Milo flopped on the cheese-colored couch and spilled his whiskery thoughts. "And then... they showed me... adventures," Milo squeaked, eyes wide with wonder. "They showed me how to navigate mazes... just to help me learn!" Dr. Squeaksalot gently smiled and tapped the maze drawing on his clipboard. "Ah, young Milo," he said. "Those dreams? They're not just dreams. They're Memory Mazes. Your mind is remembering all the ways your ancestors taught you how to survive, explore, and thrive. It's the wisdom of the mice that came before you-sneaky, clever, kind. You are learning because they believe in you." Milo's eyes sparkled. "So I'm not lost in the maze... I'm being guided?" "Exactly," said Dr. Squeaksalot. "And one day, you'll be the guide in someone else's maze." That night, Milo curled up in his warm nest of shredded book pages and sunflower seed shells. He smiled, heart full, tail curled tight. The maze would come again-but this time, he wouldn't be afraid. Because he knew: every twist and turn had a purpose. And he was never truly alone. The End.

The sequel of nightmares of hell

Our little secret.. a story based by a dream of my sister which i had to rewrite a bit to be more detailed: two sisters that lived in the 20th century that went on a midnight-trip and accidently fell into the underground.The older sister is going to be forced to be brave and protect her little 10 years old sister from any harm that they could meet on their way. What will happend? Are the sisters determind enaugh to pass through the underground to finaly set everyone free to return as well to their own home? or will this new experience break them apart? Only they can tell...and only they can decide...

This book is about our dream story, a dream with unexpected tale

A collection of my dreams as short stories 😊

What shall I say... I am an ordinary boy who just so happens to play hero every now and then....but does this give anyone the right to kidnap me? Especially a certain cloak? I mean it's one thing getting kidnapped by a person another one is being dragged to help and find someone nearly dead! Is this normal? Nah ah.... But apparently it is if you are called spidy.... Whelp.... I better keep going and save Strange because I just got a new friend in return. A/N: This is a spiderman fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own spiderman, rights to the owner.