Adventures In Dreamland

Arin was an 8-year-old boy with a big imagination and an even bigger dream. Every night before going to bed, he would close his eyes and picture himself in a magical land full of snow, tall pine trees, and glowing stars. He called it “Dreamland.”

In Dreamland, Arin built snowmen that came to life, slid down icy hills with laughter echoing in the wind, and warmed his hands by a glowing campfire outside a cozy tent. But when he woke up each morning, he found himself in his usual room—with no snow, no snowmen, and no Dreamland.

One winter, as the school holidays approached, Arin stood by the window and whispered to the sky, “I wish I could really go to Dreamland.”

That evening, his parents noticed his excitement. “What if we planned a snowy vacation this year?” his mom asked.

Arin’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” his dad chuckled. “Pack your bags, little explorer. We’re heading to the mountains!”

With a heart full of joy, Arin packed everything—his mittens, woolen socks, marshmallows, and even his little flashlight. “Don’t forget the carrot for the snowman’s nose,” he told his little sister, Manya, who giggled and nodded.

After a long car ride through twisting roads and pine forests, the family arrived at a dreamy snowy hill station. It looked exactly like the place Arin saw in his dreams—white blankets of snow everywhere, the moon glowing above, and a peaceful silence broken only by the crunch of snow under their boots.

“Welcome to Dreamland,” whispered Arin to himself, amazed.

They pitched a yellow tent by a patch of trees. That night, Arin lit his first real campfire with the help of his dad. The fire crackled and danced while they sipped hot cocoa and shared stories. The stars above twinkled like they were listening.

The next morning, Arin finally built the snowman of his dreams. “Meet Frosty!” he cheered, placing the carrot nose and wrapping a scarf around it. His family joined in with laughter, snowball fights, and sled rides. Manya even made a tiny snow-squirrel!

Days passed like a magical blur. Every moment felt like it was borrowed from Arin’s dreams. On the last night, as they sat by the fire one last time, Arin looked around and whispered, “Sometimes, dreams do come true... especially when you believe in them.”

His mom smiled and hugged him. “That’s the magic of dreams, Arin. They lead us to the most beautiful places—inside and outside.”

As they drove back home, Arin knew he had truly lived his dream. He realized that dreams aren't just for sleeping—they’re also for chasing with wide eyes and a hopeful heart.

And from that day on, whenever someone asked Arin what his favorite place in the world was, he would smile and say, “Dreamland. Because I didn’t just dream it—I lived it.”

Moral:

Believe in your dreams. With hope, heart, and a little help from loved ones, even the wildest dreams can come true.