A Dream's Reaity

A Dream's Reaity

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How many times have you awoken and remembered your dream? Are your dreams usually wild, absurd, logical, emotional? Usually, we forget what we experienced in our dreams when we wake up. But did something stick? That's what I am here for. I have a variety of dreams that I want to express and write about. Because of this, I am writing several short stories based on my experiences in my dreams. Despite this, I also want to learn and write about your experiences. Is there a dream that you wanted to be turned into a story? Was it absurd? Terrifying? Hilarious? Something unexplainable? I'm up for the challenge! Just write about it in the comments or email me at a.dreams.reality23@gmail.com. Sweet Dreams! Also, dreams are linked to our subconscious minds--the part of our minds that we have no control over but can influence our thoughts and actions. Because of this, remembering and writing down our dreams can help us better understand ourselves and our unconscious mind. And certain patterns and symbols can be linked to what our subconsciouses are trying to tell us.
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BOOK ONE: Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was. The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving. Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic. It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it. Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is. I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.

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