Don't mind me. I am just another guy with another story. My name is Charles Wilder. I have always been special in a way. Most people have dreams. I have special dreams.
My dreams are made of miracles. Ones that take me away for so long they become my alternative reality. I am lost for so long and then I find my exit and I wake up. Now in what you and every other reader would call reality, I was nothing. Physically I was the same, but there is didn't care.
I was bullied and hurt. But there was this point in my life where I couldn't be far. Far from my afterlife. Everyone has it sometimes. There moment of fear. That tells them if you don't do something your gonna die. My life has always been saying that.
What you don't understand is mine was in those dreams. My moment went on for three years. In a coma.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Dreams of Charles Wilder
Fantasíaa boy grows up having dreams of his own world. He goes on adventures and has his dreams take his breath away. With bullying, school and no familly he has it hard at home. But when he gets in a car crash and lands him in the hospital with a coma, he...
