Story Idea 1

I’ve always believed that dreams are gateways to other realities. If I get sick of where I currently reside, I’ll fix it with dreams. Knock myself out for a bit and leave this existence. I don’t care where I’m going or where I’ll go after that as long as I know I’m going somewhere. 

But one slow, foggy Saturday morning I decided to venture off. I was tired of this reality. i needed something new and fresh. And as I started departing I had a change of heart and got caught somewhere between you and me.