The Bridge Between Dreams

Lila had always been a vivid dreamer. Each night, her mind carried her into strange landscapes—mountains made of glass, oceans glowing with silver light, and skies where stars pulsed like heartbeats. She usually woke up smiling, but lately, something unusual had begun to happen.

She wasn’t alone in her dreams anymore.

At first, it was a fleeting shadow—someone standing far away at the edge of her dream-world. But as nights passed, the figure grew clearer. A boy, maybe her age, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to shine even in dream-light. He never spoke, just watched her with curiosity.

The first time she gathered courage to speak, she whispered, “Who are you?”

To her shock, he answered. “My name is Arin. Who… who are you?”

Lila froze. Dreams never answered back. Yet here was a boy, talking as if he were as real as she was.

Over the next nights, the two returned to the same dream again and again. Sometimes it was a bridge stretching across endless clouds, other times a river of glowing water. No matter the form, they always found each other there. It became their meeting place—the bridge between dreams.


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At first, their conversations were light. Arin asked her about her favorite books, and she asked him about his hobbies. They laughed about silly things, and sometimes they just sat on the dream bridge, watching the stars ripple like water. But slowly, they began to wonder.

“Do you think this is just imagination?” Arin asked one night, leaning against the railing of the bridge.

“I don’t know,” Lila replied. “But it feels… real.”

“It does,” he agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream repeat like this. And you—” He hesitated. “You feel too real to be just a dream.”

The thought both thrilled and terrified Lila. What if Arin was more than a dream?


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One evening, Lila fell asleep with a heavy heart. Her parents had been fighting, and she felt invisible at school. She didn’t tell anyone how lonely she was—except Arin.

He listened quietly and said, “Maybe this bridge is here because you needed someone to meet you halfway.”

Her chest ached at his words. “Do you ever feel alone, too?”

“All the time,” he admitted. “But less, now that I have you.”

They didn’t speak after that, but the silence was warm.


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Weeks passed. Lila and Arin shared secrets, dreams, and fears they never told anyone else. They didn’t know where the bridge came from or why it chose them, but it became their refuge.

Until one night, Arin didn’t appear.

Lila stood alone on the bridge, calling his name, but the clouds stretched empty around her. For the first time in months, she woke up with tears on her face.

The next night, he wasn’t there either. Nor the next.

Lila’s days grew heavier. She feared she had lost him forever—that perhaps he had been only her imagination, after all.

Then, on the seventh night, she found him again. He looked pale, his dream-form flickering like a candle.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I was sick. In the real world.”

Relief flooded her. “So you are real.”

He nodded weakly. “I think this bridge connects us somehow. I don’t know why, but… it’s more than a dream.”


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The two realized they wanted to meet outside the dream. They exchanged details—cities, schools, anything they could use to find each other. To their surprise, they lived only a few towns apart.

The next weekend, they agreed to meet at a park halfway between their homes. Lila’s heart pounded as she walked to the fountain where they had planned to meet.

And there he was—sitting on the edge, looking nervous, but smiling when he saw her. His dark hair, his shining eyes… exactly as in the dreams.

“Arin,” she breathed.

“Lila,” he said softly.

They laughed, both awkward and amazed. The bridge between dreams had brought them together, but now, they stood on a bridge far greater—one that stretched from imagination into reality.


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From that day forward, the dream bridge still appeared, but it was no longer their only meeting place. They still talked under dream stars and walked across glowing rivers, but now they could share real moments too—sitting in coffee shops, watching movies, or simply walking home together.

Lila realized the bridge had taught her something important: sometimes the universe gives us connections we don’t understand, but they come when we need them most.

The bridge between dreams hadn’t just linked two strangers. It had built a friendship—and maybe something more—that could last in both worlds.