A DREAM IS JUST A DREAM, RIGHT? My name is Vanessa, I’m seventeen and I’ve just found out that most of my dreams, and my nightmares, might be real, literally: the places, the monsters and, especially, him… The guy that haunts my subconscious; the guy that keeps telling me I’m the Chosen One, the only woman in all dimensions (Yes! Dimensions!) with the ability to save or destroy the world. Him, the guy I can’t stop thinking about. No! I’m just going bonkers. That’s the only explanation, because dreams are just dreams, right? Mine can’t be real, not when every human soul is at stake. But what if they are?