How it started

One girl's dreams come true.


As a little kid, I used to wish that my dreams would come true. Now, I wish for the opposite. I don't want my dreams to come true anymore... I just want things to be normal again.

My name is Skyler. I'm only 16, but I feel so much older. I've experienced things that no-one else has. That nobody else would ever even dream of having happen to themselves. I apologize if this sounds a little weird to you mortals. Let me explain, straight from the beginning. 

It happened for the first time when I was 6. I had a dream that I was falling from a place high up. The next day, I fell from the top of the staircase and I broke my arm and had multiple bruises all over me. At the time, I didn't know why I had been able to dream about that. In fact, I didn't even think to question it. 

However, it kept happening. Over the years, it got more often. Now it's to the point where I'm afraid to sleep. Afraid to dream. Afraid to daydream, or even close my eyes. 


Because I am a dreamer. What I dream... It comes true. 

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