In the pursuit of your dreams; are you willing to leave everything behind?

A story of discovering the meaning of love through adventure, challenges, fighting and chaos. Follow the existence of Adilita Kokoro as she chases the phantom of her maker through the borders of fiction and reality. As the journies of discovery unfold she will have to make a tough choice to help their stranger or to change her fate to reveal the truth behind the meanings of love.

A story of discovering the meaning of love through adventure, challenges, fighting and chaos. Follow the existence of Adilita Kokoro, an android, as she chases the phantom of her maker through the borders of fiction and reality. As the journies of discovery unfold she will have to make a tough choice to help their stranger or to change her fate to reveal the truth behind the meanings of love.

READ THIS SHORT LINE ) 1 WORD 100 MEANINGS.

Saldana Grimswood or Sal dreams faint visions of past in her dreams every night. Only her best buddy Alexandra believes her & accepts the fact that the visions mean something. The visions depict Sal in various forms. She believes that the visions are from distant old memories. Together they flap through the pages of time & history to decipher the meanings of those.They face various troubles yet they don't give up because they are strong & determined. Are those visions related to an age old curse? Will they be able to decipher the meaning ? Will the meaning be good or bad ? Read to find out......

Davalinda (Author)

When they actually understood that she went mad people were very sad. They knew that what had done was cruel and amidst her dreams she actually called "You are going to hell for this." yet they were not afraid they actually fell sorry for this mad poor girl.
She was sleeping for three days. Among her dreams there were two people that kept lighting up. It was Angelos and Orange. These two had left the biggest impression on her brain and they were both equally important. Amidst her dreams which were connecting to an unbreakable circle were these two. But why she kept wondering in her dreams what does it mean. Why are they important.

After the third day she woke up but it seemed like nothing had happened she seemed completely fine. She looked completely fine yet her thoughts were racing from really dark to really angel like. It was obvious she could not control them anymore. It was pointless to keep hearing her thoughts...
Due to the tragic end of the heroine the broadcast of her thoughts had stopped and nobody now could hear her thoughts. The microchip was replaced with a new one like the one that everyone had and everyone was hoping that she would have forgotten about the TV show. 
And even if she did not they would convince her that it was her sick mind that played that game to her. However the cameras of the TV show still remained. 
Blue's eyes was hurting, she decided to take off the contact lenses that all wore,she was a bit better today. She rubbed her eyes. However when her blurry vision improved she saw that her hand was blue. 

She could control her rabid thoughts due to the medication mostly which agreed with her. However was she hallucinating she slowly rised from the bed and went to the toilet in her room to check the mirror. 
She saw that she was blue from head to toe.  
"What does this mean" she thought. What she actually saw was a gentle like blue light covering her. 
The doctor came in it was her family doctor. He was red. Her eyes widened in surprise why another color what does it mean. 
She quickly put her contact  lenses back up the colors seemed to disappear.
 She quickly rubbed her ring while signaling to the doctor to give her some private time.In her psychology major she had studied some color theory so she knew the meanings behind the colors. 
She searched also online the most popular meanings and noted them down by thinking the appropriate commands to store the information in her microchip. 
The meaning of Blue was either faith or sadness... 
The meaning of Red was mostly love or danger....
The meaning of yellow was hope or jealousy...
These were the three basic pure  colors all the other colors where a mixture of these. So combination  of there meanings. 
Blue quickly noted down the type of blue she was. She was pure blue with a hex of #0000ff. She had learned hex codes in her programing languages book that she had bought in order to prepare for the exams. 

The doctor was a  #d00c0c  red colored one which leaned towards black instead of white. 
He was instinctively scared of him she is instinctively scared of everyone. She was ready to go home she missed her home very much. She expressed this desire and the doctor was actually pleased with her health's condition. So he actually let her leave the hospital. 

Back at her home Blue was worried about Angelos. She returned to find her bed empty and no sign of him. She worried herself sick until a quote appeared to  her inventory.Some people make you laugh a little louder, you smile a little brighter and your life is better. Try to be one of those people...
This was Angelos way of saying I am fine, she was elated. He was alive and well. She could not help this tinge of sadness as she was wondering what color Angelos would be.

A love triangle between Blue, Orange and Angelos. Who will she choose the so called devilish wolf or  the angelic rabbit.Follow the story of Blue and her two destined lovers to figure out her choice.

Just as Jade's interest in the segment was waning, the host said something that renewed her attention. When Jade heard the female host mention that dreams about teeth were common, she suddenly shook as she remembered her dreams from the night before.
'That's weird. I just had a dream about that last night!' As she thought back on the dream, trying to remember the full series of events, the hosts continued their discussion.
On the TV, Desmond did not seem to believe Holly. "Teeth dreams are common? Personally, I don't remember my dreams, but teeth dreams seems a very niche category."
"No, you'd be surprised," Holly countered, "most people have had teeth dreams before. They're a part of the body that people are most self-conscious about. If you have an issue with skin, hair, or fat, it can repair itself naturally, but teeth are different; once you lose all your baby teeth, that's all you get."
"Hmm… I suppose so." Desmond seemed to have been slightly convinced by Holly. "My incredulity aside, what do teeth dreams mean?"
"Teeth dreams are one of the most direct ways for our subconscious to communicate with us. There aren't as many variations as with water or flying dreams, but I'll give you a few examples.
"If someone chips a tooth, they likely have repressed insecurities, or perhaps they feel stressed by something. Rotting teeth are similar to chipped teeth, but the emotions are much stronger, typically extreme anxiety or fear.
"A weird one that I'm fond of is someone pulling out your teeth. That's your subconscious trying to warn you that the person taking your tooth wants something precious to you…"
Jade thought back to the dream and remembered that Frank had yanked out her tooth. 'Ha! So, Frank wants something precious from me? I live in a rundown apartment building; the only thing of value I own, partly, is the cafe, and it's not like he can just walk away with that!'
Quickly dismissing the host's interpretation of her dream, Jade returned her attention to the TV, looking to see what other bizarre nonsense Holly would come out with.
On the breakfast show, Holly had finished talk about teeth dreams and was looking to Desmond. It seemed they had time for a little more, because Desmond said, "Holly, you mentioned flying dreams earlier. I'm sure I've probably dreamt about that before, so what are the meanings behind those?" 
"Well, Desmond, flying dreams are a lot of fun. For the most part, they mean good things: upcoming success, freedom, joy. However, they can also mean bad things. If you learn to fly in your dream, it means that you are ambitious. A successful takeoff means that your ambitions will come true, but if you struggle to take off, you will meet much adversity.
"Similarly, if you fly freely, it means that you will experience the freedom and joy that you've always desired. However, if an accident befalls you mid-flight, it means something will prevent that freedom or joy. You should be particularly cautious if it's a person who stops your flight…'
With a disinterested look on her face, Jade looked down at the crumbs on her plate and then back up at the TV. 'Mr Frisch is going to prevent my freedom and joy? Hehe… I'd like to see him try.'
With a sigh, Jade realized that she had been watching TV for almost twenty minutes. 'What a waste of time… There's no way I'd believe in a load of baloney like that.'

After struggling through her early years, lacking the support of her family and those she once called friends, Jade is finally back on her feet. Not just on her feet. She's a successful, young woman running her own business, a cute cafe just outside the central business district.
But despite handsome, successful businessmen running in and out of her store every day, she still hasn't found the right man.
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"Come with me. I'll buy you a house, and you'll never have to worry about money or work again."
"No, thank you, I enjoy my work."
"Come with me. I'll buy you an island. You'll have a Michelin star chef cook your every meal."
"No, thank you, my own cooking is sufficient."
"Humph! Seeing as you won't come with me, I'll just move in here."
"Eh? What?"
"I bought the land your cafe is built on. I think you'll find that you no longer have a say."
"…"
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Waking up in a stressful mood almost everyday made me lose appetite for food 🍲. 
Unlike today, I woke up with a tremendous headache, for a moment, I wished I could separate my head from the rest of my body parts. 
I received company and consolation from my mum but it was for a while as she had to leave for work.
She hardly had time ⌚ for me nowadays because she was always caught up in work. 
She now owned a restaurant 🍴 of her own and it was one of the most popular restaurants in Shay City 🌆. 
We lived in Shay City, a small and half way developed town in Zarish.
Oak Restaurant 🍴 was known for its indigenous recipes and as a matter of fact, mum had received two ✌ awards at the annual mid- year awards. 
Because of this she had no time ⌚ to spare as demand of recipes were always on high. 
I used to assist her at the restaurant 🍴 since I was still unemployed after completing college 🎓. 
I searched day and night 🌃 in newspapers 📰, watched job advertisement on television 📺 but still to no avail. After six months of completing college 🎓 with good grades, I was still at home 🏡 jobless. 
Keeping myself distracted and busy was what led me to assist mum at the restaurant 🍴. 
As at now, my help wouldn't be really necessary since she has got quite a lot of employees. 
When she left for work, I stood and looked into my window just enjoying the cool warmth of air around my body. 
I listened 👂in silence 🔇 as the birds were squeaking. 
Mum and I lived in a cottage in the middle of the woods in Shay City🌆 .
Whenever I'm bored,i like to peep my eyes 👀 through my windows and enjoy cool warmth air from outside. 
I stood there for sometime as I kept thinking 💭 about my sudden and strange nightmares. 
In the past, I used to have nightmares, and in the nightmares, I could always hear people cry out for my help but now, I feel as if I'm being hunted in my sleep 😴every blessed day. I always wake up panting as if I was being chased, or at times; I would wake up feeling very stressful and nervous. 
My bed would always be soaked with sweat. 
Initially, I never paid any attention to my nightmares but now, I wake up feeling weak and my mornings are always boring and tiresome. 
I couldn't seem to understand, why? 
It's been days since I took up the task of finding meanings to my nightmares. 
Using all resources, I found nothing but one thing I noticed was  that, each time ⌚ I decide to show my affectionate love 💕💕towards Clinton in my nightmares, someone or something stabs him from behind in the darkness, before the lights 💡 will be turned on, I will find his lifeless body swimming 🏊 in a pool of blood. 
The pattern of my nightmares appeared to be so real that I could feel the reactions taking place in my body every morning. 
It appeared as if the path of our love 💑 will always lead into separation 
BUT WHAT WAS IN THE DARK? 
I asked myself still in a dilemma full of questions that i had no answers to. 
AND WHY CLINTON? 
Why was he the one in my nightmares all the time? 
I had barely spoken to him just once on my graduation 🎓 day. Ever since then I had not set my eyes 👀 or heard anything from him. 
Since he left me in a dilemma about his contact card 💳, I had not reached out to him either, so why? 
I asked myself taking a look at my reflection in the mirror. 
When I could not find meanings to my thoughts 💭, I decided to go out and see if I could get any employment opportunity from any of law firms around. 


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Looks like the earth is trembling 
The shadow is chasing the sun in the storms
Deep in the silences of the tears 
Echoes are heard 
Feet are moved
The question is WHO IS IN THE DARK.


A story of two opposite people who fell in love but deep down something behind the dark was leading their love story to the path of separation. 
A history about their beings were coming into play.
Do you think Liza and Clinton would end up together defeating what ever that was separating them? 
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Prince Hue Chi meandered his way up the stairs to the second level of the deck and then up to the third floor.
There were a few tables closer to the center and a few tables alongside the edges by the rails. The tables would get moved around for decoration purposes but when the deck was not being used, the tables were moved back and spread evenly on the floor.
Prince Hue Chi eyed one table closer to the center of the deck and sat on a chair. Not far from the center table, there was the elevator that was centered closer to the back of the deck. Behind the elevator was the back with the walkway behind the elevator.
Prince Hue Chi sat leaning back on the chair with one of his legs crossed over the other. He thought of his routine dreams and the dream that he had gotten earlier. He could tell from the emotional connect in his dreams that the woman was someone he had dearly loved. Someone he had loved more than anything else.
None of the women he had met in this life had ever made him feel the way he felt in his dreams. If she was someone, he had loved more than his own life, how was he supposed to find her in the vast wide world? Was she even in the life where he was?
Hue Chi thought of all the possibilities of his dreams and their meanings.
Just then, Yu Sha walked from the back of the deck and saw Hue Chi's side profile. He sat still gazing into the distance. His muscular figure and handsome canvas made him look like a statue on which god had spent several hundreds of hours molding carefully.
Hue Chi sensed movement on his side and turned around to look at the same time Yu Sha spotted him. It alarmed her to see someone past midnight, wandering around since she had always been the only one who wandered in the night.
When she had a good look, she realized that the man was none other than the stuck-up man she saw the last time with his girlfriend.
Yu Sha wasn't sure whether to turn around and go back or go forward past Hue Chi. 'Wha... what is he doing here at this time of the night? Why is he, occupying my space?' Yu Sha felt flustered that in her mind, she claimed territory.
Prince Hue Chi was equally surprised to see Yu Sha up loitering around that time of night. He realized that she was in a deep dilemma just from her body gesture and facial expression.
Hue Chi knew that she was probably as shocked as he was. As he thought for a while, he could see it as a good opportunity to probe for some information from her. "Sit here." He initiated the conversation.
Hue Chi repositioned himself on the chair to sit more upright.
'What the hell? Shouldn't he ask me if I want to go sit? Why is his way of speaking so demanding?' Yu Sha thought, but since she did not want to stand there like a lost and confused kid, she decided to accept his invitation.
She walked slowly over to the table and sat across from Hue Chi. Under the big night skies full of shining stars, there was not a single soul awake but two people sat there, about four feet apart from each other.
"Um... What are you doing here?" she asked softly.
"Probably the same as you are?" Hue Chi replied.
'Tsch... What a pain! He asks me to sit but refuses to give me a proper answer when I ask him a question. Great.'
"I'm here because I can't sleep and need to walk off my wakefulness."
In a low manly tone, Hue Chi replied, "Same here." It was true. He couldn't sleep after the dream so he decided to change the environment by walking around.
Yu Sha hated his way of talking. She found him hard to believe. What happened to that girlfriend of his? She thought, and her thought manifested. "By yourself?"
"Should I be with someone else?"
"Um... well, why didn't you ask your girlfriend to walk with you?"
Somehow Hue Chi couldn't help but love seeing every part of her reaction. "Which one?"
Yu Sha slammed her hand on the table. 'Bastard!' So, he had more than one girl? What did girlfriend mean to him anyway? She already did not like his attitude the last time, but she didn't think he could be an enemy of womankind.


Genre: Modern Fantasy Romance, Super Natural, Multiple Lives, Action, Comedy, Mystery, Occasional SMUT and ECCHI content.

Yu Sha was born prematurely and her heart wasn’t fully closed. The first several years of her life, were often spent in the hospital undergoing procedures. But she did not let her condition defined who she is. She worked hard and excelled in sports and PE class. 

Su Na’s mother had gone through a traumatic experience which caused her to be frequently hospitalized. As long as she could remember, she never had a father. It wasn’t until later she learned the ugly truth and make it her life long mission to build her own empire in order to crush the person who made her mother suffered. 

The hospital was where they met and became good friends. They attended the same classes and schools. Upon graduating early, they embarked on a journey to stardom to build Su Na’s empire. 


Hue Chi, Prince of Aires, had everything anyone could dream of but carried an illness to himself. The woman that haunted him in his sleep, who was she? How was she able to control his emotions, waking him up in the middle of the night, sometimes, in terror, in pain, and sometimes in happiness? The emotions she elicits locked his heart cold, unable to like any other woman, thus distancing himself from others. People are scared to approach him due to the distant and icy auras around him. 

Just as the universe planned it, Yu Sha and Su Na won their bid on a project in Aires, which will require them to live in Aires for at least half a year. As Prince of an entire continent, he felt unsettled of two young female prodigies. Do they come with hidden motives? Not sure if they have anything to do with the secret organization he has been after, he ordered them to fly into Aires for a meet and greet with the investors and other companies involved in the project. 

Unforeseen in his calculation, his eyes drifted towards her anytime she was nearby. He reasoned with himself that he just wanted to make sure of her status and purpose, but somewhere in his heart, he couldn’t gravitate away. The way she talked, her behaviors, her voice, and demeanor elicited the same emotions of the woman that haunted him in his dreams. 

Some may think destiny is cruel and some may think that destiny is kind for playing with people’s heart, as it seemed the world was not small enough to allow them to be lovers, but not wide enough so their path will never cross.

Vinir smirks in victory as he floats towards the smoke where that brat was hit by his fire and wind spells. As he came closer and closer, he frowned, feeling something wrong in the air. He waved his hand and the smoke faded. When the smoke was gone, all that was left was the glass created when his fireballs hit the sand. But where was the brat? Turned to ashes, maybe? That could be plausible.
But still, something was wrong. He knew how it is when someone dies; he can feel their mana in the air leaving their body. It is said that after death, the mana leaves the mortal body of a person and goes on to join nature. But that's only a superstition in his clan, even though it's partially true. The mana doesn't join nature; it goes somewhere that even he doesn't know where. But it's far from joining nature because something always feels ominous with him whenever the mana leaves the mortal body.
He just can't get it.
He can know that because he has always been more gifted on mana sensory than his family. In fact, everyone in his clan has mana sensory, but he is the most gifted of them. He is an important heir to his clan since he can use the Akasha Arts better than anyone, though it has a side-effect, and since mana sensory is one of the vital abilities for the Akasha Arts to work, after all, he is praised as a genius or a prodigy in his clan.
And that's why he feels something is wrong. The brat had a huge mana pool, larger than Imprisonment Stage cultivators. It's simply impossible to store that much mana in such a small body, but it somehow worked...? Trust him, even he doesn't know how that's possible.
He looked around, trying to find any sign of ashes, but then…
"Hmm, so that's how your ability works!" A voice sounded behind him, and it sounded all too familiar.
He swung his arm as he turned around sharply, but hit nothing. He looked around, and found the same brat floating behind him.
He glared at him, and said, "How did you survive that attack? You couldn't have possibly tanked all of that!"
I replied with, "Did you think that something like that was enough to kill someone such as I? You're arrogant enough to think that your weak attack could kill me, but I can forgive that, since a stupid teen such as yourself couldn't have possibly recognize my greatness after I showed such a pathetic form."
Vinir simply waved his hand, and thousands, no, dozens of thousands of fireballs, water glazers, earth spikes, and wind blades appeared behind him, as he said, "Care to repeat that?"
I scoffed at his pathetic attempt to intimidate me, and said, "Hmm, I can also do that, but better!" I snapped my fingers, and the same spells appeared behind me but a hundred times more than his. But even after all that, it barely made a dent to my mana pool.
He gritted his teeth, and said, "What are you!? How can you compete with me in this form!? This doesn't make any sense!"
I snapped my fingers again, and the fireballs, water glazers, earth spikes, and wind blades disappeared, as I said, "You are simply too weak in front of me. My physical strength might be weak at the moment, but believe me, I am more than capable of obliterating you along with this island."
Seeing the spells behind me disappear, Vinir smirked, and said, "Then try it!" He tried to throw all of the spells he made earlier, only to be confused as nothing happened.
He turned around, and saw that the elemental spells he made weren't doing anything but stay still. Yet, he noticed one thing; they were all pointing at him.
"What? You didn't know that if your opponent's mana control is utterly above yours, they can control anything you create through your mana? Of course, they're still aren't my mana, I just control them. It's your choice whether to cancel them or not," I said, enjoying every bit of his growing frustration.
He glared at me even more, and said, "Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to hear this nonsense any longer! Just die!" He tried so many times to command his spells to attack me, but they just wouldn't budge.
"Hmm, I noticed that your personality went to a complete one-eighty degrees. I think your form is somehow influencing your way of thinking," I said after analyzing him for a bit.
That's true. The Vinir earlier was way more calm and efficient, but this guy seems like a child right now. An arrogant child, but a child still.
Glaring even more, and seeing that his magic won't work anymore, Vinir decided to rush at me on his own.
"Raahh!! Die, brat!!" He yelled as he raised his fist against me.
Using enhancing magic, my physical strength was now 10 times stronger than before, and I just countered with a slap.
*BOOM!*
Oops, I think my slap was too strong. He just shot through the ocean. But that slap was more than enough to knock him out, and that should make the others outside of this dimensional box to retrieve him.
Since I was done here, I decided to check on my team and how they are faring against Vinir's team.
(Scene Change)
She had clashed with them earlier, and it turned to a stalemate. She needs to get used to this thrill; the thrill of battle.
She took a deep breath, and analytically scanned her opponents. All of them were strong, almost as strong as her. But she's not without advantage either; she has this armor that Auguste gave to her. It's strong and has shock-resistance since it's an enchanted armor. It can afford to tank all of their attacks without her being damaged severely, and that's her greatest advantage over them, other than her element of surprise.
Enchanted armors are just armors with some mana imbued within them. Though the people putting these enchantments are usually called "Magical Scribers", they are able to use written words for anything. She doesn't particularly like to read books, but she remembered reading about that. Words have meanings, and those meanings could be used to attack, defend, create, and destroy, if a person is capable enough of putting mana behind those meanings.
To become a Magical Scriber, one must master the art of control, and the art of magic.
But she doesn't need to think about that right now, she has bigger problems on the loose.
She could trust her back to Alice and Randy. Alice with her fire and healing magic, and Randy with his bombs, but she mainly has to do all the fighting. Auguste told her that. But it's not exactly a bad thing because she's been slacking off lately and with this, she can train, basically.
They circled around her, as their previous clashes have clearly failed to even wound her.
"What? Not going to attack? Cowards!" She mocked them.
"Be careful of your words, missy, or else things might get dirty," One of them growled, the guy with brown hair, just like Randy. The other two were girls, and they have green hair and black hair, respectively.
"Heh, you probably still have wet dreams, don't you? Such a pathetic p*ssy! Even my grandfather can fight better than you!" Well, that's a given, considering that her grandfather was the previous grand elder and is in the Nascent Soul Stage.
Gritting his teeth, the brown haired guy charged at her while holding a sword covered with wind magic.
Apparently, covering your sword with wind magic can increase its sharpness.
She dodged a swing from him, and she countered with an uppercut, but he just moved his head backwards and continued to attack.
Using her left gauntlet to block his sword, she then used her right one to smash his face to pieces!
*BAM!*
He was pushed back, but he managed to form a barrier just in time to block her gauntlet!
The other two backed him up, and knew that they were still in a stalemate.
The only way for this battle to end is if each team gets exhausted, or if Randy gets the timing right and throws a bomb at them, finishing them off. But that's highly unlikely since Scarlet might get hurt in the process as well.
As both teams were waiting for the other to move, they heard a voice, and she knew that voice all too well.
"Since Vinir has been defeated by yours truly, you three are all that's left of your team, and I know just how weak all of you are."

I didn't have a memory of who I am when I woke up. I don't know why, but I seem to have been able to think like an adult person the moment I was born. I'm smarter than everyone my age, but I think that will quickly change soon.

A robotic voice, which is the tutorial bot, said that I was created for many purposes, but above those is the purpose of growing stronger until i am the strongest. I don't know who my creator was, since he's dead, but I will find out on my own.

I am Auguste, a clown trying to find his own purpose, not the ones given to him, and this is my story of how I became the god above gods.

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I saw a gold coin, old and covered in dirt, the engravings worn and the head of the man so tarnished as to be stolen from view. I held it in my left hand, watching the mud dirtied my skin. So close to my face that the coin had the aroma of stale blood. I turned to my right hand and in the palm was a new spring clover leaf.
And as far as I can recall, according to Irish tradition, those who find a four-leaf clover are destined for good luck, as each leaf in the clover symbolizes good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder.
The leaf is crowned by a perfect sphere of dew, reflecting an image of my face, softened and relaxed. When I flipped back the coin, the image of the man had freed himself and journeyed over to the clover leaf, igniting the growth of strong roots and new foliage that reached for the sunlight, powerful, spring like, blurring at the edges. Suddenly, I can't tell up from down. I'm not sure if I'm breathing. 
A claustrophobic feeling and blinding light ensnares beyond my grasp. I choke as I am pulled apart, as I slowly explode from the inside out. The pain is unbearable, building and building. Again, that dream;--and a scream is torn from my chest. Quickly a moment of silence.
Everyone in the bus were looking at me like I had grew horn. Embarrassed, I look down, put on my glasses, and tried to ignore everyone, without the glasses I did look a little frightening. I had tight burly strappy muscles and a face that was hardened with emotional turmoil - a face that might have been chiseled by a sculptor who had fallen out of love with the idea of beauty; - a face who once knows how to smile, but that is beyond me now. Everything is bland and meaningless, everything is out of my reach.
Alone and miserable, all I want is to get rid of that dream, The dream that somehow invaded my lonely nights without fail. Giving me pain heartaches and suffering. But this time it is a little different, the man that freed himself and journey over the leaf has a face. A face I knew. A face that makes me shiver and wish that I'd never met him! Oh God! why him? Why not Henry Cavil? or Ryan Gosling? I could used a little sugar in my so-boring-life.
But in my dream, I know exactly what happen after that scream, that painful unbearable scream.__ After all I have been dreaming it since forever! so long in the maze I was confused as to which path to take. I'd sat there all day, lost, figuring I'd never get out, when the man just walked right through the walls. I sat and stared as he passed through the maze stems into the still sunlit path. He smiles and beaconed me to come. "Follow me," he said with one of his sheepish grins. I wrapped my fingers into his loose cotton shirt, my heart flooded with relief. I could have walked through them myself I supposed, but it was wonderful to have a guide, to have someone with 
me all the way.
But this time, I knew deep in my heart, I had found him. I saw the face from the coin, and that had me confused like I've never had been. Falling asleep in the bus was my deepest mistake. I wish I didn't fall asleep, but for unknown reason I did and for me sleeping is like being caught in a carousel of thoughts, every idea, notion and event from my day would replay in my mind, demanding analysis before I could be allowed to a dreamless nights. And then finally when the carousel came to a stop and my mind was able to meander freely in the random thought that is the precursor of sleep, I would often realize that I was close to drifting off and somehow my anxiety would start the carousel up all over again.
I wish all my dreams are like those what everyone on the planet has. Mine are different. I often ask myself, Did my dreams has a better purpose? Do they have a significant meaning? As far as I know there are many existing theories regardless these attributes, disguise meanings to dream content, and the same theory reduces them to experiences of disordered brain activities. But that is not what is happening to me. My dreams became my reality.
I am more alive in The Land of Nod than in the real world. I called it The Land of Nod as it sounds fancier than the dreamland.
I recalled my mother used to tell me about the hidden meanings of a dreams. She told me once that there are lots of theories about dreams that denies that they have any significant meaning at all. Yet our immediate intuition about dreams is that they are little movies that we experience and take part in.
But, If dreams are movies, do they have producers and script-writers and directors and all the other personnel required to make one? I asked that often and somehow she will then explained to me that my dreams are normally non-lucid, that my dreams are often bizarre and incoherent.
And finally, She concluded that most of them were completely forgotten when I awake. That is what I often broach, unbeknownst to her, I can recall every single dream I had since forever. I can even contrast those characteristics in my dreams to those of a movie.
My dreams are often like the creation of a cinematic movie; it is a purposeful activity. I can ascertain an overall scene, which is something like: to give the movie-goer an exciting, emotional, disturbing or satisfying experience, and you might want to ask if I can ascribe a similar purpose to dreams? Yes. I can!
I think there is the possibility that my dreams are purposefully constructed by a dream-maker (if there are any) I bet I am the dream maker or maybe part of me is the dream maker, as I often believe that there is an alternative interpretation of my non-lucidity dreams to lucid because somehow it intensifies as my experience goes beyond human perspective.

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