Dreams made real

Have you missed your grandmother?

Have you wished to see the places unseen?

Do you wish to know what the fey look like?

This is the power, this is what I bring.

I'm not superman, I know. You're glad, right?

I am, that man needs to learn to wear underwear.

I am dream-spinner. I am reality-weaver. I am angel and demon.

Living dream and nightmare.

I am for sale. If you have the money, come buy me.

Why sell myself? The answer is muddy.

I use to run into dreams, weave the gold for the innocent; the tar for the guilty.

I was the modern fairy-god mother. But then I did the unthinkable.

What if the dreams were of a killer, wrapped in a saint? 

I didn't know till it was to late.

So I am for sale, come buy me if you can.

And read the fine print.

I am no longer responisble for any death.