Dreambubbles Stories

Sometimes fever makes you see things. Sometimes it makes you imagine impossible people. And sometimes... it makes you meet someone who feels so real that, even after the fever is gone, you can't stop wondering if he ever existed in the first place. One minute, I was dying from a 40-degree fever. The next, an annoyingly attractive man barged into my room, called me baby, scolded me for skipping my medicine, argued with me like we were married, and somehow knew everything about me. The problem? I had absolutely no idea who he was. Was he a stalker? A hallucination? A very committed dream boyfriend? Between reality and delirium, laughter and butterflies, lies a story about one unforgettable fever... ...and the stranger who refused to leave my heart.

Poem on how a girl dreamed of a boy,and then met him in reality. She fell in love with him on first sight.She started stalking him and when he noticed he started liking her,and that's how their story began.They had no ups nd downs unless their family came to know about their relationship. Finally they were able to convince their parents for their love and there were sparkles of love when they got married. Umm..I'm not really good at writing.. i sucked at writing essays in school..but i don't know suddenly i got a new craze for writing.. this is my first try..hope u'll like it..

A collection of my crazy dreams I couldn't commit to making into a book.

Becky is just seventeen. A girl like any other-until the dreams began. Vivid, chilling, and strangely beautiful, they pull her into a world where nothing is quite real... yet everything feels far too close. Each night, she steps into a shadowed realm filled with butterflies, wilting flowers, and a voice she cannot see-only feel. A vampire watches her, never speaking, until one night, he asks: "Would you like to have some wine?" In the waking world, Becky is surrounded by her closest friends at university, trying to hold onto reality. But the dreams refuse to stay dreams. As the line between worlds blurs, she finds herself the center of something ancient, something quietly waiting to return. And she may be the last one who can stop it.

Dreams are the stories of the night. They light up our minds through the darkness of our slumber, like the dancing fires of the stars above. * * * Dreams are amazing. They're so wild and creative and sometimes really stupid. But they're still awesome because they're things I could never think of during the day. I guess our brains are actually really creative but we just don't know how to use them right. Or at least I don't lol. Anyway these dreams were fun and also nonsensical most of the time, and some have excellent story potential! So here are some dreams. They may not be in order. (FNaF fans, recognize this line?) Got this idea from @Spinel243 Check them out!

A collection of poems written by me and Alter_Egomaniac Also check out her version: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/zqE5QAT4Vv

The first story is about something that actually happened to me this is just the first part

The most sinister and somewhat eerie gift from one living to the other life i.e Unspoken words

Welcome to a world where dreams aren't just figments of imagination; they're tangible forces shaping reality. Meet Alex, a spirited dreamer discovering newfound powers to protect the dream realm. With Mara, a compassionate ally by their side, they embark on a journey of self-discovery and friendship. Amidst trials and triumphs, they face fears, forge connections, and even find unexpected love. This heartfelt tale unfolds against a backdrop of unity, resilience, and the universal longing for belonging. Join Alex and Mara as they navigate the highs and lows of life, reminding us all of the enduring strength found in human connection and the boundless potential of dreams.

Completely uncensored thoughts (well most of the time). This is like a journal of sorts. Ranging from stuff that crossed my mind, to the stuff I did, and to the weird-ass dreams I have at night. There will also be some drawings and doodles I made.

This book is full of various babblings bleeding from my mind through the years. This work holds a special place in my heart for me, as I wrote most of this when I was battling cancer while living in a toxic environment. Every day I worked hard to find a better way for me in this life, and with these poems I healed and found the strength I needed to move forward in the direction I needed. My poetry style is, new age Emily Dickinson meets Shakespeare vibes. I have that old English feel in a new age eye. Poetry is full of lines to dissect with a message hidden beneath the surface. Often when one speaks, we interpret another meaning. That said, I leave art to one's mind's mysteries. Allowing the mind to work its way into another realm of possibility.

All that glitters is definitely not gold. All that shimmers is definitely not silver. All that shines is definitely not diamond. All that clinks are definitely not coins. All that hate is definitely not true. But..... Sometimes all you dream may be true...

In the dream, a mesmerizing stage showcased authentic, cultural dances by female performers. Venturing backstage, I encountered a Greek god-like dancer with a concealed face. His enchanting performance, followed by the revelation of his features, led to a mysterious dialogue. The lingering feeling of shared connection persisted upon waking, leaving the dream's meaning open to interpretation.

Just start reading, I can't explain it better than that. This may also contain spoilers so read at your own risk. (Don't own anything except the plot, all stuff to their rightful owners)

Now Time is 1.52 A.m ,I writing this fiction ..yeah ! your assumption are correct..i woke up from my hilarious dream. 🌚