Dreamjournal Stories

Welcome to my dream journal-a collection of vivid, standalone stories. Each chapter is a new dream, a new story, unique and unconnected from the rest-crafted to let you see, feel, and experience them as I did. They say that when we dream, we connect with ourselves from other dimensions, access memories of our past lives, and even glimpse visions of our future-both in this life and in others. With that in mind, these stories may hold echoes of something far beyond the surface, offering glimpses into the extraordinary and the unknown. I'd love to hear your interpretations of my dreams-feel free to share them in the comments, but please wait until the end of each story to preserve the immersive experience.

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

"This story follows Sofia - a girl who grew up with nothing but silence around her. In her teenage years, she had no one by her side except Allah. Her life was filled with loneliness, struggle, and unanswered prayers. And then, Allah sent her seven angels - 'Seven Stars.' Not with wings, but with music. Not from heaven, but as a boyband on Earth. They gave her hope, courage, comfort, love, and strength. They saved her from the darkness she was drowning in, and taught her how to dream again. When her dream slowly turned into reality, Sofia made a promise - "Just as they healed me, I will heal others." So she created her own group of seven... to spread light the same way she once received it. To cure others the way she was cured. To prove that hope can be passed on - from one heart to another. Seven Stars. Seven destinies. They represent BTS - a constellation that was never meant to fade. In this world, 'Lumors' refers to ARMY - the loyal supporters who stand by the Seven Stars. Some parts of this story reflect real struggles... And the rest is imagination - the kind that dreams louder than fear."

✧✧✧𝐸𝑠 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑧𝑎/ 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑✧✧✧ ✿❯──── 「𝙇𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨/𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨」 ────❮✿ _.:*'*:. .:*'*:._𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 - 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 -𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠_.:*'*:. .:*'*:._ 𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝜄́𝑎, 𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 , 𝑐𝑟𝑒́𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒/ 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟

A vivid, surreal dream pulls Alex into a place where nothing stays steady - not faces, not memories, not even the objects on the floor. It begins with their mother's embrace, a hug so intense it feels like it sets their skull on fire. Old heartbreaks and unspoken pain rise up instantly, mixing into the scenery around them. When a bat appears, their mom panics, yelling, "Get it, Alex!" even though Alex can't see anything. A pan of rice lies spilled on the ground for no reason at all, like the dream dropped pieces of real life in the wrong places. Then the world twists again - blunts fall to the floor, cookies appear from nowhere, familiar people morph into strangers, and Michael Jordan's mother becomes Robin Williams in an instant. A baby replaces a book. A knife wraps itself around Alex's hand without warning. Each shift pulls Alex deeper into something emotional, something their mind hasn't finished battling. Surreal and unsettling, the dream becomes a maze of old grief, fear of loss, confusion, and a longing for clarity. This is a story about confronting the things buried under years of pain - in a world where even the smallest detail, like a pan of rice on the floor, says more than words ever could.

The title of this story is inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Delicate" because that shit is relatable as fuck. ° ° ° Based on the true events of my mind/dreams.

A collaboration of ideas that have the potential to become great works.

"...a Pandora's box deep down in my mind..." The life of a girl who always does what she's told, until she can't anymore

"She couldn't push the words out, her throat was locked. The mere thought of being confined made her breathless." This tale isn't just about a girl who loved a man, to whom love would mean a lifetime. Consumed by his light, she could not afford any daydreams about her belongings but him. This tale will bounce back to you, the memories that is dispersed all over you. The things that you might've gone through or going through.

Just a collection of my poems

Zombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!

Letylo's story is one of resilience and determination. Abandoned by her parents and feeling unloved, she struggled with self-worth. Despite this, she persevered, focusing on her studies and finding solace in faith. She excelled in her Matric exams, proving that with hope and perseverance, one can overcome adversity.

Welcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MINI-SERIES Some of these are differentiated by a marker in their title or, in a very particular case, through a certain sign-off. I wanted to take a sec to explain the idea behind them, and let you guys know that I'll (eventually) be publishing them as actual, proper books! Asylum: Whenever I'm in the hospital or a mental facility, I get bored and write! I thought it would be fascinating to see all the work I make in a "damaged" state collected together. Unsent Letters: If I have something to say to someone but I can't for whatever reason, I'll write a letter to the person. Maybe it's angry, or sad, or an update, or just a much-needed, long-awaited hello. And the hope is that I'll publish it and maybe, someday, someone will pick my book up off a shelf and find that letter I write to them. Would sending them a letter be more effective? Yes. But it's more fun to make it into an art project! Signed by "-A": I̷͔̬̒t̵͔̂̊ͅ'̵͇̕s̶͆͜͠ ̶̟̪͝n̴̥̉ȯ̷͎̼t̶̢̕ ̷̧̺̉̐r̵͎̄e̴̲̞͌͌a̵̲̺̓d̵̮̑͜ỳ̴̗ ̷̯̑̀y̴̟̹̐ë̸̯̱́t̴͓̍̿͜.̸̙͆̓ ̸͕͑

Since 2017 to Present, I have been recording my remote viewing and astral travel dreams while asleep, awaking half-asleep as I automatic-write on my tablet about what I saw and/or experienced. On average, I either 'RV' or 'AT' at least once a month; though only a few stories will be publicly shared do to either personal encounters and/or told not to share with the public. The topics covered vary from UAP's, after-death, other-worlds, dimensions, messages from other past lives and dimensional lives, aliens, mythological beings & places, spirits, fear and regret.

These are collections of my dreams. I go through long periods of having no dreams so it's gonna be hella sporadic. Also I censored people's names/locations such as schools we went to so you'll probably see people named things like "Andy" or "Fengshi" Btw there's implied rape/school shootings in some of my dreams so be careful.

How far can your dreams take you? Ang panaginip ba ay panaginip lamang?

sometimes, i'm asleep in the night-usually, i have adventurous dreams and sometimes i have what could be considered a nightmare. i have a fear of getting lost in places that i don't know or haven't been to before. i also have a fear of the dark which leads me to feeling hopeless or stuck, even if i'm around my house. i find it confusing in a way but these are my dreams. i also like having nightmares because they're so interesting at the same time and what you're feeling in the dream feels so real.

Those 3:42 am thoughts. . Pink Poetry is a collection of poems depicting the range of thoughts, while covering different emotions of a human. . First part published on 18/02/2017 Highest rank #10 on Poetry #11 on Dream Journal #15 on Poetry Book #56 on Poem Collection

" Let's just get rid of this together..." " What are u even saying?" "......I am with u !!!" "I hope we will stay together till the last " " I will not gonna lose any of u guys"

These are the dreams I've had and can remember. Hope your as creeped out as I am ;)