"I believe that dreams are images of ones conscience, symbols of our deepest desires. Dreams can be our bodies subconscious way of warning us about our health, feelings, or sometimes..other people." My dreams were normal once, like everyone else's. They were normal until I would wake up speaking different languages. They were normal until I woke up at the ripe age of 8 and explained calculus to my father. They were normal until I had to be medicated for them. Neiva dedicated her entire life to studying, working endlessly to find an answer for her 'condition'. Struggling through her third year of college, Neiva desperately searches for the place she travels to when she sleeps. Having quit her medication, her dreams had become much more vivid, life-like even. She soon finds herself succumbing to her own power and dwelling deeper into her incredibly lucid and accurate dreams, letting them speak for themselves. But when a new professor takes over Neiva's psychology class, she finds herself wanting to escape into her dream world more and more every night.. But at what point does fantasy cross reality? How long can Neiva keep her little secret? And how long can the Professor keep his?