I am a dream. No I don't mean a dream girl, like a girl who has all the votes for winning Miss Universe, ( because I have watched earth for 116 years and believe me, the girls who are prefect and popular are really boring and weird, also they laugh in a weird chipmunk sounding voice.) I'm a dream maker. You know when you have really nice dreams about your favourite things, well I one of the people who make them. I hate it. It's not making the dream that I hate, it's seeing these people sometimes forget what is real and what's not. I myself am a very down to earth (well technically I don't go down to earth unless I'm delivering earring dreams,) Dream. Unlike the rest of my family. Sometimes to get their attention I have to say what I want to say a least twice before they really hear what I saying.
Unfortunately for me I look every bit like a Sylvester, blonde, green eyes, fair skin and wiry. Although I look like a Sylvester on the outside, in the inside I am the complete opposite of a Sylvester. Sylvester's are known to be calm and peaceful, and all Sylvester's are actually happy to be dream makers. Well not me. Honestly can you imagine that your job until you die is yo deliver happiness to the world. Even to spoilt little brats who don't deserve it. Ugh! It annoys me to even think about it.
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No seriously, I'm a Nightmare.
RandomKatrina is chosen to be a nightmare. It's either that or living an enteral life of misery. What will Kat chose? Willow is a dream. But being happy 24/7 isn't all it's cracked up to be. Her life is one that contains needles with stuff to make you hap...
