Prologue

Isn’t is strange how you can wake up one morning and feel like a completely different person? You keep wondering what has ‘changed’ you, what has made you feel this way. And then you look in the mirror…and you still see the same eyes staring back at you. Your hair is the same, perhaps a little messed from your deep sleep, your mouth, ears, eyes, nose, and cheeks are the same. And yet, you feel like a different person.

I believe it is what we dream. When you wake from a particularly fantasy-oriented dream, you feel light footed and happy. When you wake from a terrible nightmare, you feel lonely, scared, and in a mad state of mind. And, in connection with these dreams, they change our mood, therefore altering our thoughts. In change, they alter what we do, how we go about what we do, and what we say and how we say it. It can change how we remember things, or how we take in what people say to us. It can change how we view certain situations.

It changes us entirely.

And this is why our dreams are so important to us. I do not speak of the dreams that we one day hope to fulfill, such as becoming famous or ending world hunger, but of the dreams that we live each night when we close our eyes and our last thought lingers in our mind, leaving a picture to be sketched upon to make a full fledged realm inside our minds. A realm in which we can be hurt, healed, learn to fly, or fall into the abyss. A world in which beautiful things exist, or where our worst terrors become material. A world where hopes can be fulfilled, or ‘dreams’, so to speak, dashed and thrown back in our faces like paper confetti from the Ringleader’s white-gloved hand.

Our dreams are important to us because they seem real. They are real because we saw them, we experienced them, we touched them, we read and acted out the scenes and dialogue. They are like reality to us.

But what if these dreams that belong solely to us, became everyone else’s, became real. What if they entered our world and became what we know as reality? What if the person who penned these dreams onto paper, had the power to make them into a reality?

What if this person’s name was Mister September?