I Find It Amusing That We're All Pretending To Be Normal When We Could Be Insanely Interesting Instead

I find it amusing that we're all pretending to be normal when we could be insanely interesting instead

- Atlas

Dreams to reality :

When she wakes up in different dreams one after other and he was there with her in every one of them, she couldn't see him tho, if she tries the dream ends.. and another one starts.. will she see him before she wakes up?? Who even is he?? Isn't it just a dream?? Or is it??

Author's note 1 : The whole story is in the reader's pov (well it was in my pov when I wrote it and read it so- at the end there's a little author's pov tho!).

Author's note 2 : I wrote this short story while listening to Love Story by Indila on loop, I know the lyrics has a different meaning but the voice and the music of that song just takes me to fantasy lands and let's my mind wander around there. Hope you enjoy this short story. 💜

Word count : 3.7k (approx!)

Reader's pov :

I opened my eyes from a slumber I didn't know I was in only to realise that I was surrounded by maids and servants, eagerly dressing me up and readying me for something I'm not aware of.

Wait- maids??? I'm broke myself.. am I dreaming?? It must be it!

I must be dreaming cause the castle I'm in is so huge and beautiful that I've only seen it in my dreams or imagined roaming around it while reading my fantasy novels. I wish I wasn't dreaming but this feels so dreamy, too good and ethereal that I can never imagine reality to be this beautiful.

"Ma'am"

I snapped out of my thoughts by a maid calling out for me showing a beautiful pendant, I was dazed by it's beauty that I couldn't hear much of what the maid was telling me except for a few 'he gave you's and 'he wants you to wear it's.. yea she had to repeat herself many times because of my dazed state, and she also said that the 'he' is the prince (a royal PRINCE ? am I even supposed to think that it's real? It is a dream! Indeed !!).

While my brain was filled with all the thoughts, my body reacted on its own, taking the pendant from her hand and wearing it around my neck, admiring it as if all the love in me moulded into it. My mind can only overthink trying to be logical, while my heart's dancing to the melody of it's own beating, indulging into my dream even more. I feel loved by the touch of the pendant on my bare neck. I feel like I already love the person who gave it to me. I feel like I know him but at the same time I don't. When the maid informed me that it's time for the ball (ok.. so I'm dolled up for the ball then) I took one last look at the mirror to remember every little detail of being in my dream attire, a ball gown, so elegantly adorned by accessories and the pendant lovingly hugging my neck as if it belongs there, my hair, my face, my outfit, everything made me feel truly beautiful, everything as I imagined it would be to be in a fantasy novel.

I walked out of my room, a few maids tagging along, when I came to the stairs I saw him, he was waiting for me down the stairs, I couldn't see his face though, (wait is it 'the blurry face man in my dreams' kinda stuff? But damn I really wanted to see him cause I already love him so much!) but for some reason I know he's as flustered by seeing me as I am looking at him. I can see him smile, I can see his eyes gleaming with stars, I can see his cheeks flushed, I can see his soft hair waiting for my hand to ruffle it fondly, I can see how his hands were eager to hold mine, I can see every inch of his face but not his entire face, as if I can see fragments of him, I can see and almost feel everything about him, still I can't see his face.

I walked down the stairs, to him, he kneeled taking my hand into his and kissing it, his lips felt soo at place on my hands. He stood up leaving my hand, looking at me with a mischievous grin, the grin that squeezed my heart so hard, tinting my cheeks with a beautiful but faint shade of crimson that only made his grin wider. He's the royal prince and I'm a nobody. I don't know who I am in this dream, I didn't got my scripts really! And so, the whole ball is in chaos now, questioning who I am, and why the prince is with me. I cannot see their faces either, not that I wanted to, I can see every emotion on their faces tho, Oh I love this drama! Though it's just them gossiping about us, mostly me and bad mouthing me, the jealousy on their lips felt so satisfying to me. And I guess he does too looking at the way he's grinning. Damn that grin again, that made the butterflies flutter wildly making my insides tingle. But I can't see his face yet, what kind of sorcery even is this??!

He took my hands again this time asking for a dance, which I gladly agreed upon. We danced the whole day, at least that's how long it felt, as if the time stopped for us to get indulged into each other's eyes, to love each other with only our eyes. I didn't know I could love someone I couldn't even see (moodboard 1), but can feel with every fibre of my being. I just know I love him and he loves me, though it might be just for this dream, just until I wake up. I want to feel it all, I wanna live in this moment again and again but for now I just wanna be content being with him even for a single dream. In a kind of dream where I can't really recall my reality but can't feel real being here either, I don't want to ruin my moment with my thoughts, so I stopped thinking and we danced again, loving each other even more with only our eyes in every passing second.

But then idiotically I lifted my head in an attempt to look at his face for the nth time again, I could see him smile warmly at me, so warm and comfortable that I couldn't help the urge to look at him, so I lifted my head even more and he was not there anymore. There's no one, there's no castle, no maids, I wasn't even in my outfit, Am I awake? Is this the reality I couldn't recall while dreaming? Where am I?

I felt like I'm still in a dream, maybe another dream? Cause the pendant is still hugging my neck so dearly reminding me that it was not done with me yet. I was clueless until a guy came running towards me shouting "I found it", perhaps he's pretty proud about his new findings that he almost jumped on me but I turned sideways making him fall onto the soft grass beneath.

He's so funny and he-

He's the same guy! He's the PRINCE!!

I couldn't see him but I know it's him, does it even makes sense??

I wanted to ask him about the first dream or about now or even about the pendant, damn I have many questions to ask. But then I realised I never talked this whole time, cause I can't? Am I mute? Or I can't speak in a dream?? I'm really really so clueless, but then he rose up smiling at me, he's cute, I can't see his whole face but I know he is. He then held my hand and ran. It was a hill area, all green and little browns here and there. It's so beautiful I wanna stay here forever if I could but wait didn't I say the same thing about the castle? Nevermind, but where is he taking me to? He said "I found the book you've been looking for darling". Darling who? Darling what?? Darling when??? He called me darling???? Why am I so red? What am I?? A Tomato?!! Wait- so I'm a book girl even in my dreams and the boy I always dream of (but could never see his face!) is trying so hard to find the book I want since apparently I'm in an old era where books are not easily available?! I can tell by our outfits and the place I'm in that it's somewhere in the era of beauty and the beast, I mean I read novels not history books to tell which year it is. Ok but now what? Is he gonna give me a whole big library like the beast?

Sadly no big library, but his pretty eyes enthusiastically looking at mine to get my approval and appreciation for finding that book melted me so much that I don't want a big library, I just want him. I sat on a chair he pulled for me. It is a pretty cosy and small library. "Whenever you read you go somewhere forgetting about the reality, so at least nourish yourself for your new journey" were the words he said while bringing me a coffee and some deserts. He's too good for me (moodboard 2.1), too good that I don't wanna leave him, so I said "wanna come with me into this new journey?". I really don't know when I got the ability to talk in my dreams but I'm glad I said that because he looked at me as if I gave him the whole world, who knows perhaps I'm his own whole world and letting him into my own personal little bubble of books made him as happy as I am to let him in (moodboard 2). We talked for a while instead of reading, I really don't know what we talked about, it was all blurred out, only incoherent whispers and delightful laughs filled my ears as we spent our time indulging into our little chat. But I picked up a few things like he owns this library and a cat which loves me more than him, and he loves me more than his cat! Perfect! A man who owns library and a cat?? He's so fiction coded!! He's so my type!! If only it wasn't a dream I would fight the world to have him only for myself. At last we decided that I should read, so I leaned on his shoulders, sipping on my coffee and looking at my book. He's petting his cat who's sleeping on his lap and reading along with me. It felt perfect, him and I with our cat and books on a Library date with coffee and many sweet treats, what more can I ask for?

I realised I couldn't really read anything in a dream cause the pages were blank but he can read and he is so focused and indulged in the book. I'm clueless again, as much as I don't wanna ruin our moment again in this dream I can't help how weird it felt not being able to do the most common things in this dreamland and also not being able to recall what my reality is. But then I saw something in the book, some words, he wanted me to turn the page but I couldn't because I could see only one thing and it was written all over that page "why can't I see your face?"

One thing I know is that, in the castle, at first, I didn't got the urge to see his face and just loved him in the ways I could see him, in partial or blurred fragments, it was all good until I was provoked by my curiosity to see and when I looked at him he disappeared, everything disappeared. The same curiosity got me again, and I for sure knew that I couldn't dodge it. I don't wanna leave but I know this feeling, this overwhelming urge to look at him, though I know I only make things hard for myself or worse I wake up into a world where he doesn't exists. I raised my head to look at him, it was inevitable because I could feel the tears on my cheeks and I couldn't control my actions, it ought to happen. And so I raised my head involuntarily, my eyes closed in an attempt to not look at him so I might get a chance to stay with him for some more time. And when the darkness surrounded me I felt it, I felt myself standing. It's not good, I don't know if I'm awake or if I'm in another dream. I'm too afraid to open my eyes to confirm cause I can no longer feel his shoulders under my head, he's gone. Again.

Feeling helpless I opened my eyes again with tears flowing down, the little dates I had with him without even seeing his face made me fall for him deeper and deeper that I don't know what to do in a world without him. Is it my reality? Or am I another dream? If itbwas a dream then would I still remember him if I wake up? I don't know but I'm glad it's another dream, I can sense the dreamy aura, I can feel the pendant still hugging my neck giving me the safety I needed too calm my inner turmoil. Since it's a dream I can see him again right? I don't know. I don't really know what to do but before I know I'm running, this time no one's readying me for a ball nor anyone taking me by hand to show their library, it's just me running. Because I heard someone talking, a whisper at the back of mind saying that it could be him so I ran in hopes that it's true. But there's no one here. I looked around, I was on a ship that looks like from some pirate movie. I must be in some old era again. I should really stop reading so many books but again they were the only things I remember that I loved in my reality, the only thing I remember about my reality. I'm not crying nor am I sad anymore, I don't know how but few things work on their own in this dream realm like how I lift my head to look at him though I know what happens if I do. One thing for sure I can make very pretty pinterest boards taking my dreams as an inspiration. They're a feast to my eyes, the places, outfits, and the ‘faceless’ man, everything about this dreams were enchanting.

I just stood there admiring the beautiful union of the ocean and the sky far ahead. But then I felt something poking on my back, as if someone pointed a sword at me. I turned my head to see it was indeed a sword. I wouldn't mind though, because it was him who's holding the sword (moodboard 3), also holding the most mischievous grin I've ever seen on his lips. "Where do you think you're running to?? Trying to escape from me again, darling?" He said almost melting my insides, though I don't know if it's his presence or his smile or his playful look or him calling me darling, I don't know what made me melt, anyway he's here infront of me and that's all I need. But what does he mean by ‘again’? Before I knew it he pulled me into him, hugging me from behind, "you can't escape from me anymore darling". As if I wanted to. Guess I think out loud cause he laughed at how desperate I am. Embarrassing. It's ok, it's just him. But what does he mean by ‘anymore’, he even said ‘again’ before. He remembers the dreams too?? Are we connected in some way and he's not just an imagination in my dreams?? I wanted to ask him, ask him many things but like everytime I can't talk when I needed the most. I lifted my head almost looking at him but the fear of losing him again made me lower my head. But this time, to my surprise he held my head up, to my luck he wore a cloth to mask his face. I could never thank him enough for wearing this because if he didn't, it would be the smallest or worse, the last dream I had with him!

But the universe must hate me for I felt so close to him that I couldn't control but take his mask off, the urge to see him, idk how just seeing his face would do any good to me but the urge was real! My eyes weren't as brave as my hands so they shut themselves before I could see him. His mask was completely off, I could feel his gaze over my face but I closed my eyes until the urge came back and I slowly, opened my eyes.

I saw him, I finally saw his face.

He's handsome, I know it.

His smile, that brings a thousand suns into my life brightening every deep corner of sarrow with it's light. His eyes, that hold the entire universe in them waiting to be explored by mine.

He's too good to be mine, but also too good to be anyone else's but mine.

I was entranced by his face that the depth of the situation almost left my mind until when it hit me hard. I saw him! Is it real? Is this my reality? Is this still a dream?? Is he going to disappear now?? Am I going to wake up?? Or am I awake already?? Before I can process my thoughts I kissed him gently with tears flowing down my face, it was delicate, soft, tender, it made me feel calm, safe, comfortable and warm, just a littlle peck, but a lifetime worth happiness. I parted our lips to look at him one more time cause if I'm to wake up any moment now then I wanna remember every little detail of him, cause he's everything I can ever love, everything I can ever crave for, he's everything I ever need. I said it all with my eyes and he must've got my message cause he connected our lips again, the euphoria of being in his arms, indulged in his lips make me forget about the turmoil inside my mind for a moment. And then involuntarily or rather forcely my eyes closed, darkening my world again, uncertain of our love and his existence made my eyes feel heavy, too heavy to open again. I don't wanna open them if he were to disappear again or if I was to forget about him. I can no longer feel his hands hugging me, I can no longer feel his lips on mine. If it was just a dream then I don't wanna open my eyes again.

"Wake up!" I opened my eyes finally, I can feel the aura of the dream realm slowly fading away as I opened my eyes. I'm awake. I'm in my reality that I couldn't recall all this time. For a minute I forgot about everything that's happened, the dreams, the man, everything! Everything was a blur except for the words "I don't wanna forget about us" that left my lips before I closed my eyes. I wondered what do I mean by 'us'. I almost forgot about everything until I saw him, the man who's waking me up to reality. With my sleepy and blurred vision I couldn't make who it is but I wanted to kick him for waking me up. When my vision cleared I saw him and all of my memories came back to me. All tue memories of the reality we've had together for years and the dreams we shared a few minutes ago, everything flooded in my mind. A single tear rolled down my face. I can still feel the pendant hugging my neck and I held it in an attempt to calm myself from all the overwhelming emotions that are flooding in all at once.

"What happened?" he asked worried, the man who is in front of me, the man whom I've been in love with since the day I laid my eyes on, the man whom I spent most of my reality with, the man whom I explored this surreal dream world with. I don't know how to explain it to him, explain everything that I've got to experience just now, or why the tears rolling down my cheeks, but one thing I know is reality or dreams he's the only one I have (moodboard 4.1).

He gently rubbed the tear off my cheeks, "Hmm lemme guess.. another dream??" When I nodded he's in utter and mock disbelief that his face got super cute. I couldn't help but hold his face caressing his cheeks gently and kissed his forehead, "I'm fine baby, and it's not JUST a dream” I said emphasising on the just. “Let's go now” I said as I stood up to join him for lunch, leaving my bag and the book I've been reading at the tree I've been sleeping under for an hour as he said. "You gotta stop reading those books, you got a real boyfriend why are you still obsessed with these book men", he teased. "Cause they're far better than u" I teased back, but added "don't sulk now idiot, it was you that I always dream about, happy?". "So it's only me?", "Only you idiot!", then he held my hand firmly as if to never leave it. I did the same because I don't wanna leave him either. Never (moodboard 4).

"You know what, that ball gown really looked good on you, and the pendant I gave is the cherry on top", he said pointing at the pendant he gave me in my dreams that is still hanging around my neck even after I woke up. I don't know how it is still with me though. I exclaimed at his words, eyes wide and mouth agap, amused and surpirsed at his words, "How-", but he just winked, shushing me and urging me to walk faster.

isn't it just a dream? Or is it??!!!

Author's pov :

As they walked away from the tree the pages of the book she left there flipped due to the wind, everything's blank, not a single letter in sight. Don't know what she's been reading from a book that's all blank. All blank except for the cover. The book flipped close as the cover reads-

"DREAMS TO REALITY"

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The End.

Life, she is strange..

Sometime I wonder why life is tricky..

why make me hate you..

till i wanna end you..

and then make me love you again..

like nobody has ever loved anything..

or anyone..

You're a trickster..

well i guess i like tricks..

good for you, bad for me..

your tricks are too intense to bare..

your tricks are too good to stop..

your tricks makes me insane..

insanely hateful..

and immensely in love..

I don't get you..

you're too tricky..

You're a witch..

but I like magic..

good for you again,

bad for me once again..

your magic is enchanting..

your magic is forbidden..

your magic lures me..

Lures me until i get near you..

like a sailor tamed by a siren..

and then you eat me up mercilessly..

Lures me until my eyes feel heavy..

like a little baby

listening to their mother's lullaby..

and then I fall asleep in your lap..

warm and comfortable and safe..

I can't understand you..

you're just magical..

Sometime I wonder why life is tricky!

I have an habit of making scenarios in my head.. be it while listening to music (sometimes listening to one particular song on LOOP) or just staring at the ceiling.. being idle in any way, mentally, makes me imagine beautiful stories for myself, with things I Iove to explore or a guy I never met or know.. and I was just dumping all my ideas here.. trust me it was way better in my head !!

Short stories :

Dreams to reality

Dreams to reality (teaser)

isn't it just a dream? Or is it ?!!

She woke up in a world she couldn't name.. She woke- did she though?? Is she even awake?? or she's just dreaming?? But.. it felt real.. it 'almost' felt real.. He felt real.. He is real.. But the world isn't.. Right??

When she wakes up in different dreams one after other and he was there with her in every one of them, she couldn't see him tho, if she tries the dream ends.. and another one starts.. will she see him before she wakes up?? Who even is he?? Isn't it just a dream?? Or is it??

moodboard 1

moodboard 2

moodboard 2.1

moodboard 3

moodboard 4

moodboard 4.1

Dreams to reality (the story)

(p.s. I don't own any pictures I used for the moodboards. All the pictures were from Pinterest, I only edited them!)

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moodboard 2

"He looked at me as if I gave him the whole world, who knows perhaps I'm his own whole world and letting him into my own personal little bubble of books made him as happy as I am to let him in."

- dreams to reality