Dream Girl
I used to be a master of my dreams. I could make people do or say what I wanted them to, I had Fate’s ear and confidence, and I was a magical flying superhero that saved the world time and time again. My dreams were a hotbed of my delusions of grandeur, can you tell? Lately, though, my dreams have slipped out of my control, and now I’m just like everyone else, dreaming dreams that sort of just happen with…