In my village the family’s history can be traced all the way back to the original village settlers. Each family brings something different to the village. We have farmers, merchants, town historians, mayors, fishermen, millers, tailors, blacksmiths, then there is my family. We are the dreamers any body can dream but its messy. It takes a true artist to control and manipulate dreams. When a person dreams it is like a breaking of a dam and a surge of energy pours forth. My father sister and I have the talent for it our mother married into the blood line so she doesn’t have the genetics for it. Us three are responsible for passing it down to the next generations. Only one of us has the ability to pass on the gene. Our father will teach our kids what he knows and we will teach their kids what we know that’s always how its been. We each have our own area we specialize in. my father can see the past present and future of one person in a single night. My sister siphons the wasted energy off of others and holds it in her body to draw strength from in the day. She is the fastest and strongest person in the village. I don’t like mine I dream hop I can manipulate other peoples dreams I feel gross when I do.