Dreams were the source of goals and our fantasies. It was night light while we sleep. It was our version of reality where it was better. Rose was one of those people who believed this. She was as most put ' a kid with her head in the clouds' and she believed them, because it was true. And rose would learn that dreams wouldn't have to be calm , and neither did they have to stay dreams, since they could come alive. This is the first book to my sequel of Wild DreamsAll Rights Reserved