Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable more alive than what you knew to be reality Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible as to make you question upon waking if youd truly only dreamt them Have they at times been addictive enough to consume your waking hours blurring actuality and pretend together until your wishes and passions stare back at you with open eyesIf only dreams could be reality that beautiful garden of sweet-smelling roses we all long for. But reality for me is no such bed of roses. It is nothing but a field of unwanted dandelions.- From the thoughts of Annabelle Fancher

Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest a world reborn.

I had a dream about you. We were in a field picking dandelions for the king when a strong breeze came. I threw myself in front of you to block the wind because the king was balding and if even one dandelion floret fell out wed lose our heads. Well youd lose your head. I was just a walking torso so I had nothing to lose but your love.