Dreammystery Stories

Ria has always felt it-that strange, unexplainable emptiness, like missing someone she never even had. She's never been in love, never had a "what if" to hold on to, yet there's a lingering ache, a longing for a connection she can't name. Then she meets Kenji-a guy who feels too familiar, too right, like he was meant to be part of her life all along. They click instantly, sharing late-night talks and stolen moments that feel like magic. But there's one problem-Kenji isn't real. He exists only in her dreams. As reality and fantasy blur, Ria is forced to ask herself: Is love about finding the right person, or just filling the void? If a love so perfect only exists in her mind, does that make it any less real? And in the end, is she holding on to something true... or to nothing at all? "Sa'yo Ba o sa Wala?" - A story about love, longing, and the thin line between dreams and reality.

What if the place you dream about every month is real? Every few weeks, I find myself in the same luxurious hotel-a place I've never visited in real life, yet somehow know by heart. The hallways change, the rooms feel familiar, and everyone acts as if they've been expecting me. The first time I entered, the dream turned into a nightmare when a tiger hunted everyone inside the hotel. A month later, I returned. This time, I met a shy girl wearing a jacket and jeans. We talked through yellow sticky notes, switching between English and Hindi as if we had known each other forever. I couldn't remember her face after waking up, but I couldn't forget how she made me feel. Every time I wake up, I leave something behind. Every time I sleep, the hotel remembers me. Is it just a recurring dream... Or is there a place hidden somewhere between dreams and reality, waiting for me to return? Inspired by true recurring dreams. Genre: Psychological Mystery • Thriller • Supernatural • Romance • Suspense "Some dreams are forgotten when you wake up. Mine keep waiting for me."

I've been dreaming about the same boy since I was six. I don't remember his face. I don't remember his name. But I remember his hand in mine. I remember the forest. And I remember that every time I got lost, he was there to show me the way out. I haven't dreamed about him in two years. Until tonight.

Genre: Spiritual Romance | Dream Mystery | One-Shot A short story inspired by a dream I can't forget. It felt like a message... maybe not just for me.