''I am still thinking about these dreams. They were so intense, frying my brain for weeks.'' Some humans can't remember their dreams at all, believing they don't dream. Yet, even a newborn can dream. It may sound foolish, but I believe our minds travel to another world when we sleepwandering in an alternate universe while our Earthly bodies rest. From terrifying nightmares to exciting lucid dreams, the tales provoke contemplation about one's own sleep journey.

Welcome to a mosaic of (inner) visions, fractals of (outer) perceptions! Waking up in a dream, you open your eyes and see pages from parallel realities, experience facets of different dimensions, of fantastic worlds, of horrendous scenes. Not a single story but a multitude of intraconnected, cosmically crystalline dreams. Miriam Laschenko's second poetry collection takes you on a fantastic adventure. You will meet dragons and angels, enter an amethyst cave and a magical dancefloor, mourn the loss of Yesterday and the victims of War and eventually celebrate your transformation by accepting all the growing pains that are naturally a part of it. 11 poems (English) + 2 bonus poems (German)

It's a story about polar opposites, how they get together and how they get separated. A story about humour and love, just like heartbreak and... dreams. It's a story someone would write, if they got locked up in a room with their favourite fictional character and an old-fashioned monarch for a month.

'I'm so sorry...' I start as I look up and realise who it is as the man turns around to face me. 'Oh, hi.' My voice sounds strange and high-pitched, but I cant believe my eyes. It is him. The guy from Starbucks. The one I ran into twice now. Literally. How embarrassing. He must believe me to be a total spas; if he even recognises me. But the guy immediately starts smiling. 'Hi. Thats a surprise.' 'Yeah. We should stop meeting like this.' We both start laughing and I start to feel like myself again. He is just a guy after all. No need to be self-conscious. The man holds out a hand to me and says, 'Well, I kind of like it.' What if one run in with a stranger and a spilled coffee cup could turn your whole life upside down? Talia was never big on 'socialising' and liked to keep to herself until one day running into a very handsome guy and spilling some very hot coffee all over herself helped her realise that there may be more to life than she thought.

"Streets paved with gold, endless opportunities, freedom and stability"- Ever since her father has died and her brother has emigrated, America keeps calling for Orla. When a final stroke of misfortune hits her family, they agree to take on a treacherous journey from Ireland towards their new home to be: New York. But was it worth, taking the risk, and will the American Dream come true for them? This book was initially created for a school project, alongside a suitcase and several notes, postcards and pictures. However, as the story progressed, writing this diary became a much more personal and cherished experience for me, which I would like to share with the world.

Lie down on the bed. Cover yourself with a cool heavy blanket. Place your arms loosely along the body. Take a deep breath; then exhale, relaxing your chest. You are ready to fall asleep. It's only up to your unconscious, what you are going to have a dream about. A sweet-sweet dream or a dreadful unsettling nightmare? Sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite.