Dreams I Didn't Mean to Write
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This is my personal collection of short stories based on real dreams I've had while sleeping.
Some dreams made me laugh.
Some made me cry.
Others left me confused, but strangely comforted.
I didn't plan these stories. I didn't try to make sense of them at first.
But somehow, they reflect pieces of my real life-
my fears, my hopes, the things I hide, and the things I wish for.
I'm writing them here to remember.
To heal. To breathe.
To listen to what my soul might be saying when I'm too tired to speak.
🌙 Taglish. Real. Symbolic. Soft.
These are the dreams I didn't mean to write-but maybe they were meant to be shared.
❝I never planned these stories. They found me while I slept.❞
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