When I was a kid, my mother would tell me stories of The Sandman- how he could create the most magical of dreams and how important it was for one to awake with nothing but dreams, as nightmares would only bring fear. Did I believe in the sandman? Yes. After all, I would wake up with dreams that remained in my head, even after years. I'd always remember them. I am not a kid anymore, and The Sandman does not exist.
I am The Dream maker.
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The Dream Maker
RomanceA story of love, rebellion and fate. Two are brought together by the creator of dreams- The Dreammaker.
