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Imagine falling asleep and knowing you'll see your best friend again. Not in a call, not in real life but in a shared dream.  Every night, you'd share adventures in a world only you two could reach. Floating cities, endless buildings, long beaches and whatever your imagination may invent.  You'd laugh and have fun together and then talk about it tomorrow, in school.  But, what if, one of you doesn't fall asleep one night? Does the other wait in the dream wondering if the link is broken or if the other just forgot? Maybe asking for an explanation the next morning.  Maybe dreams are more than escape. Maybe they are the one place where you only need belief.    All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.

Imagine a world where music doesn't exist. No songs. No melodies. No verses. No rhythm. No hum in the wind. Silence. Always and forever. That is the law. Because once, music made people feel too much. But then, one night, a faint hum slips through a silent world. A rhythm. A melody echoing from the unknown. It creeps into dreams, into whispers, into hearts. And people start hearing it again. In rain, in breath, in wind.  And maybe, that would be when we would realize its true beauty.    All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.

  Imagine walking into class and your teacher is sitting in you desk, doodling in their notebook while you are the one standing at the board.  Every year, roles switch. Teachers have to survive homework, deal with surprise tests and whisper answers during group work. Meanwhile, students run lessons and grade the teachers. And next year? Revenge. By the teacher on you for making them do so much work. And then next year you might take revenge and so on.  Maybe then though, everyone would finally get it They would understand how hard it is on both sides. Teachers will finally know what it feels like to sit through endless lessons with the difficulty level getting harder and harder and the pressure increasing continuously and the students would finally understand the stress and immense daily workload.  And when report cards come around? Maybe, this time, everyone would be a little more forgiving.   All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.

What if stars weren't balls of fire but windows? Glowing portals peeking into other Earths. Maybe, when you look up at the night sky, you aren't staring at distant suns but other versions of the same world you are living in right now. One where oceans might glow, cities might float, you may have a different life. One that may seem like fantasy here.  And maybe, that is why we feel longing when we look at them too long. Its because a part of us wants to meet our other version beyond the stars.  And when we wish on a star? What if, instead of wishing on a star, we are actually expressing our wish to someone? Someone galaxies away, who happens to be gazing at that very star?    All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.

Imagine, instead of walking into math or english class, your schedule says something like this: Period 1: How To Escape A Collapsing Dream Period 2: Facing Shadow Creatures 101 Period 3: Lucid Dreaming Defense Training.  Instead of report cards, you would get ranks for survival. Instead of homework, you have to practice staying calm when the nightmares start getting too real.  Maybe, in this world, people could force you into a nightmare. You could travel between dreams. And for tests? Teachers might assign you a dream you have to survive. A dummy. Where if you fail, you wouldn't die, unlike a real one.  Maybe detentions would be nightmares you have to fix.  So, would you dare to sleep in this world? Never knowing what you might have to face?    All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.

What if, closing your eyes didn't mean resting but leaving? Every night, when you fall sleep, your mind slips away to another earth, where another version of  you is living your life. One where you are surrounded by different people. Where you make different choices. One where you are someone else entirely. And when you dream, its memory. Not imagination. A small glimpse of this new world.  And maybe, that is why we wake up groggy, tired. Its because we have been living another life somewhere. And being pulled away from it so suddenly results in us waking up groggy. Confused. And maybe, during déjà vu, we catch a glimpse of that world, leaking into ours.  So, who will you be tonight?    All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.