The Dream That Wasn't Just a Dream

dream beyond the mirror:

Last night, I went to sleep like I always do.

As I slowly drifted into a deep slumber, something strange began to unfold. I found myself inside a dream — but not an ordinary one. It started right from my school, and slowly… I realized I was gaining control over it. I wasn’t just dreaming anymore —

I was inside a lucid dream.

As I walked through those familiar corridors, a man appeared. He looked about 30 — calm, serious, and somehow… familiar.

He looked straight at me and said,

“Don’t go home.”

Confused, I asked him, “Why? What’s going on?”

He simply replied,

“There’s no time. Just come with me.”

I didn’t argue. I followed him. But the world around us felt off — twisted, like a glitch in reality. Everything looked strange — like it belonged to another dimension.

Before I could ask more, I woke up. But when I opened my eyes…

He was still there.

That same man — standing right in front of me, in my room.

He said just one thing:

“This is your last chance.” “We need to save a boy before he makes a terrible choice.”

Once again, I followed him — and this time, we reached a railway track. There was a boy standing there, ready to end everything.

We ran. We shouted. And somehow, we saved him.

But what shook me to my core… That boy was me. A younger version of me. Afraid. Lost. Drowning in his own thoughts.

And then the man finally said,

“That boy was you. And I… I am you too.” “Just from another universe. A version of you that survived.”

I stood there, silent. Everything suddenly made sense. All the battles, the pain, the confusion — it was never about the world.

It was always me vs me.

I blinked… and I was back in bed. Was it a dream? A warning? A sign from another timeline?

I don’t know.

But one thing is clear now:

🖤 “Sometimes, the only person who can save you… is you. Even if it takes a thousand dreams, a thousand universes, or a thousand versions of yourself.”