Ah how nice of a night. Beautiful dreams fill my senses as i walk down the dimly lit streets where people slept in warm comfortable beds. Sleeping how nice that must be. Oh my I seemed to have taken my fair share of dreams maybe ill visit the hospital and give the children lovely dreams of their own. Ah people are so interesting, the tough people dream of such beautiful things sometimes and the dreams the prettiest people can dream of the most horrid things. Ahh its nice and cold, such amazing feeling. Oh looky here I'm already at the hospital. I make my way into the bright white hospital it smelt of disinfectants and felt of misery and sadness with the odd gleam of happiness. I felt heavy and my good mood dissipated as i made my way down the empty hallways into a elevator and to the child ward. Ah such hopes and beautiful dreams. Truly a child's dream is an amazing thing. Lets give all these children dreams of what they wish for. Dreams are for all. They are wishes and hopes. They are where everyone can escape to without worry. I make my way down the hallways and find myself in the ward for mental help it's always interesting here. Such imagination and joy. I feel sorry for you all though. Your not mentally sick your just all special in the way we all should be. I make my way down the hallway slowly taking in each one of their dreams and find myself at the end of the hallway. Its a heavy duty ward. I wonder who's in there. What! No dream not even a nightmare!. What's wrong with them I must give them a dream everyone must dream. I enter where their dream should be but I find nothing just darkness everywhere. Hmm ill add some nice sunlight. The area lit up and it was beautiful. Snow covered everything in its blanket. Tall pine trees filled the area and a cabin big enough to be a house was there. Why could I not sense this at all. Its as if they aren't dreaming it at all... Maybe they are stuck in a memory. I can here someone crying. Its a horrible sound really it almost hurts to here it, this place feels strange it isn't a dream but I can alter it. I make my way toward the house to realize its really broken down and ruined. The roof sags and the windows are missing. I can see torn curtains and ruined furniture. The crying grew louder but soon as I opened the door it silenced. I sighed and turned around. It was snowing yet I felt nothing at all. It wasn't hot nor cold just what you would call perfect. Soft music filled my ears it was beautiful really. Their they where. Sleeping in amongst the snow. A young girl, her hair long and dark. She wore a crimson dress that flowed to her ankles. She was quite beautiful. The ground started to melt from under my feet and I was shocked to see it melt to red. I believe it was blood. The memory started to fade away so I removed the sunlight before leaving it and returning to the living world. I stared down at her. She slept quietly and I felt the need to give her a dream. I created my own dream to control and passed it to her as I entered it. She walked towards me looking around before fixing her gaze on me. She intensely stared at me.938Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUorh4TIla3