I am the owner of the Dreamland.
I collect Souls,Ghost, Spirits and other supernatural's.
Here, I am the voice ,the moderator, and i regulate the world but ..
I am not the creator.
This world was passed to me by a voice and Whom I call,
"Father".
"...
So, here I am in the darkness of my room with thunders and lighting shadowing my closed windows.
Don't get me wrong, i really want to open the windows ,as, i love the rain. Ohh!! Rain!! It's a charm... The smell of the soil after the first rain,the small droplets falling on your face, getting drenched and soiled....mmmm....ahh!!
Yea, I am a Nyctophile and a deep lover of rainy nights. And...,where should I start!! I have world of my own,inside my head and i can only get inside when i sleep.
Uh-uh no-no it is not a imagination. The world is real . And it's my job to collect souls and other supernatural's into the Dreamworld,so that they can re-start their lives until they die again and leave this world. It comes under a condition " These beings should be wandering and are lost,who couldn't leave the world on the time they were allotted." For them their second chance is ,through my dream world.
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