DreamMakers, a small portion of the population that can create and manufacture dreams. Humanity can't dream anymore, but with the help of DreamMakers, each night they can vicariously live a dream that they've purchased. Minerva would give anything to live someone else's dream, even just for a night. No one else that she knows can dream, yet she's lucky enough to have horrible nightmares. Trapped in a world of constant turmoil, her re-occuring nightmares plague her as they begin to grow stronger and more vivid. What bothers her the most is that she can't seem to shake the notion that the dreams are somehow more than that.

A small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.

minds aren't always bright. some are dark too. © dryblood all rights reserved 2014

a few lines the with mean nothing to some, and everything to others. #60 Spiritual / #219 Poetry

Poetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112