Dreamsvsreality Stories

Five years ago, Anna left the ice behind. Now she has a chance at a stable future - a national chemistry final, scholarships, university. But when she returns to the capital, she steps onto the ice again. And realizes: her body remembers. Her heart does too. A chance encounter with a world champion forces the question she has tried to avoid: What matters more - safety or the dream? Because sometimes the hardest jump is the one that brings you back.

Katara... Katara... Katara... Whether dreaming or awake, it's always the same. The same low voice, the same lilting melody. Day and night, night and day. Sunrise, waxing into noontide, sunset, waning into twilight. It is a voice she has never heard, or perhaps a voice she has only heard once, yet a voice Katara swears she recognizes-a siren song she knows, knows like she knows herself.

Every night, Cece wakes up inside the same house-her house-but something is always wrong. Her brother disappears. Strangers replace familiar faces. And the dreams leave traces behind when she's awake. As the line between sleep and reality begins to blur, Cece realizes the house is watching, waiting, and slowly pulling her deeper inside. Whatever lives there doesn't want her to run. It wants her to stay asleep.

"Don't waste your life trying to get back what was taken away. Live the fullest today" or "Live the fullest trying to get back what was taken from you. Don't waste life" Ano nga ba ang pipillin ng isang STEPHANIE KATE MERCADO sa kanyang panibagong mundong kinagisnan. Ang ipatuloy ito ng masaya o masasayang alaala na ibinaon ng mga taong nakapalibot sa kanya. Find out

While driving to the airport after a memorable trip to Colombia, a young woman and her mother find themselves caught in an unexpected and terrifying phenomenon-a massive tornado forming right before their eyes. As they try to escape, the storm pulls them in, flipping their car and consuming them in chaos. But when the young woman awakens, she is back in her bedroom as if nothing had happened. Was it just a vivid dream, or did something far stranger occur? The answer may lie in the single Colombian peso resting on her nightstand-one she never remembers bringing home.

In the middle of the ocean, atop a towering lighthouse, a man wakes up. He remembers nothing - not his name, not his past. But he still knows how to hold a pen. Something hidden in the act of writing is calling to him. Pharos I is a journey on the edge of memory, beneath the shadow of surveillance. Here, light is not mercy - it is a weapon. Art exists not by choice, but by permission. And dreams no longer belong to anyone. Writing becomes his form of resistance. Or perhaps, just his final effort not to vanish into his own unreality. A psychological dystopia about identity, memory, and the struggle to remain human.

Nova considers herself quite lucky to have Evan as her boyfriend. He's funny, clever, he buys her alot of gifts and his looks makes all the girls look at her in envy. She thought she has found the guy of her dreams. Until her dreams showed her otherwise. One night in her dreams Nova met a guy who's quite unlike Evan and ever since then she couldn't stop thinking about him. So, Nova goes on a mission to find her dream guy. But does he actually exist?

"The Fractured Mind" is a chilling tale that delves into the depths of a troubled psyche. Jonathan, the protagonist, finds himself in a seemingly serene setting, only to be haunted by the shadow of a terrible past. As reality blurs with nightmares and delusions, readers will be captivated by the gripping narrative that explores guilt, loss, and the enigmatic workings of the human mind. In this psychological thriller, the line between dream and reality is a tenuous thread, making "The Fractured Mind" a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

"Could anyone be as sensitive as I am?Why do people tell me that I'm naive?"Naomi always wonders about this .Several times a day."Why I am I difficult to get to know?"She asks herself frequently.That's because all the people close to her heart give this or a similar opinion.She loves to dream and spend hours doing that. So much that she rarely went to school or anywhere on time.She indulges in reading and writing constantly.But nobody seems to understand that she gets utmost pleasure when she engages in such things. She doesn't like it when people call her a crybaby. She feels like calling them names too, but almost always decides against it."They don't know me at all.I know what I am,right?Why bother about them now?".....She convinces herself like this very often.It doesn't matter what strangers talk about her either,but she wants to know what their craziest dreams ,wildest ideas and deeply felt emotions are.No matter what people say, she loves to delve deep into their minds and know all about their background, situations experiences,troubles ,so on and so forth.The thing is, all this overwhelms her, but she doesn't mind.All she wants to do is to bring peace into people's lives.As much as she can.

--- As Krystal and her brother walked to school that morning-since their parents were busy and the driver was nowhere to be found-she stayed unusually quiet. Earphones in, she let the music drown out the world while her eyes drifted to the trees and passing streets. Her brother kept sneaking glances at her, noticing how strange she had been acting since breakfast. They reached the crosswalk. Lost in her music, Krystal didn't notice the car speeding toward her. She froze, her breath caught in her throat. When she finally looked up, her heart stopped. Behind the wheel was the same mysterious man she had seen in her visions-his eyes fixed on her, a subtle smile curving his lips. to explain. To her, it hadn't felt like an accident at all. Is it dream or real

"Some people stay in your memory. Others redraw it." For a lonely college student, she was an impossible dream - a girl he met in a café that smelled like burnt espresso and forgotten songs. A mysterious artist who sketched windows to nowhere and never gave him her name. He was falling for someone who already felt like a memory. Then their story shattered - because the next time they met, she swore it was their first. Now he's caught in a quiet war with his own mind. The moments they shared - the conversations, the silence, the feeling - are all contradicted by the strange, impossible sketches she leaves behind. Sketches that feel more vivid than his memories. Sketches that know things they shouldn't. And in a story that keeps redrawing itself... what happens when you're the one being erased?

Book three of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Everyone's asleep here. Up in the sky. Everyone knows this. That's the reason why. We never wake up. Just close our eyes. Our fantasies are where we belong. Pitch black and no stars Our sky has hungry eyes. But at least it's no surprise. In our dreams is where we'll probably die.' cover by : @bon_kiss

Sometimes dreams feel too real to be just dreams. Sometimes a single night can change everything. Y/n thought it was just another ordinary birthday... until he appeared. Heeseung-mysterious, captivating, and impossibly close-turned her world upside down with stolen glances, secrets, and moments that made her heart race. From rooftops under endless stars felt like their own universe, every heartbeat, every whisper, every touch brought them closer. But with blank spaces, fleeting moments, and unexpected rivals, Y/n must navigate the line between reality and dream... Because some nights aren't just for dreaming-they're for feeling. And some stars... only shine for you. ...................... Heyy besties ♡ this is my very first story, so please go easy on me hehe~ I know it might have a few mistakes, but I really hope you enjoy it 💖 Your support would mean the world to me! Started : 15.09.2025 Ended : 20.09.2025 * This story is related to the dreams I have seen ;)

Amara lives between dream and reality. She builds perfect love stories in her mind, afraid to trust anyone in real life, afraid to be hurt. Her imaginary boy is everything she wants, loyal, playful, understanding. But even dreams can't last forever. On a quiet bridge, with the wind in her hair and her book pressed to her chest, she must choose: keep hiding in imagination, or face the unknown of real life. A bittersweet tale of love, courage, and learning to let go.

Ashes of Her Midnight Seren lives between memory and madness-haunted by a mother who may not be gone, a stepmother who wears a too-familiar smile, and a fairy godmother who only visits when she's most broken. As whispers of magic and love pull her deeper into a crumbling fairytale, Seren begins to question everything. What if midnight was never freedom? What if the real curse lives inside her?

Standing on an airport, she left everything behind - not because she was fearless, but because the pain of staying the same hurt more than starting over. In a new city, with no map and no one to catch her fall, she finds herself standing in front of her own becoming. The pain she packed, the dreams she buried, and the version of herself she's never met - they all start rising. This is the story of a girl who didn't explode her life in fire... She bloomed quietly, unapologetically - and that was louder than any scream.

A chilling psychological horror exploring isolation and the supernatural on a college campus. As evening falls, an outcast student becomes entangled in a game that spirals into eerie pursuit and unexplained phenomena. Night brings escalating disturbances in the hostel, blurring the boundaries between nightmare and reality. Culminating in a haunting supernatural revelation.

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Escape the city. Start over. A forgotten town, a century-old mansion, and a man who only appears when the piano plays. Elias is everything Lily never dared to want-gentle, timeless, hauntingly familiar. But something isn't right. The house knows too much.

When dreams are no longer just fleeting visions, and reality feels like an illusion. Between two interconnected worlds lies secrets and conflicts that shatter belief. Is this merely a trick of the mind, or is there something far greater beneath the surface? One question lingers: which is real, and which is just a dream?