The girl snuggled deeper into the arms of the mossy oak tree. She curled up in the space she had found while climbing it, and watched the fireflies dance in the darkness. She rubbed the head of the stray cat she had found, and now it was curled up beside her, eyes half-closed, purring as she petted it. She felt it's silky black fur, and rubbed behind its perfectly pointed ears. She looked up through the oak's rustling leaves, up into the starry sky, and she yawned. "Look at this pretty world, Kitty. It's so beautiful, but nobody notices the magic here." The cat watched her through sleepy green eyes. "But people don't notice a lot of things. They don't know what they can do with their minds, Kitty. They can't see the worlds that they create, not like I can." The girl traced her finger on the patterns that the tree's bark made, and sighed. She cupped her hands, and closed them together. When she opened them, a moth flew out, fluttering into the night, lit by moonlight. The moth hovered around the tree for a little bit before going out to join the fireflies in the dark. "You know, don't you, Kitty? People can make their own worlds from only their minds, and they can visit them in their dreams. Nobody thinks that those worlds are real, and so those dreams become fake. What happens when they imagine that their dreams are real, Kitty? Do their dreams become reality? What we imagine becomes real in our dreams, and if we believe our dreams are real, they become reality. Isn't that right, Kitty?" The cat opened it's eyes and stared at her through emerald irises, kneading the moss on the trunk of the tree. The girl yawned. "I dreamed that cats could travel back in time yesterday. When did you come from?" The cat meowed, and the girl traced her finger over the gemstones embedded in the Egyptian collar it wore. "Don't you want to go back to your time?" The cat only closed it's eyes and yawned as a response. The girl smiled, and within minutes, was fast asleep. The next day she woke up to see that the cat was still there. Secretly delighted, she stood up and stretched, yawning. "Did you sleep well?" The cat arched it's back in a stretch, then jumped off of the tree. The girl followed. "Wanna see what I dreamed of last night?" The cat sat down in the grass and proceeded to wash it's face. The girl looked up into the sky, and watched the multiple clouds scurry across it's surface. She pointed at the biggest one. "There! Let's go visit my dream, Kitty." Then she stepped up into the air, standing on an invisible staircase. She walked upwards, and in a few minutes arrived at the largest cloud. She waved her hand, and the mist in the center of the cloud cleared away to reveal a giant castle floating in the center of the cloud. The girl stepped into the courtyard, and the cat followed. "Sometimes I wonder if there's other people like me, Kitty. Have you ever met any?" The cat twined itself around her legs, purring, and looked up at her with glittering intelligent eyes. If the cat could speak, it would tell her of the many times it had visited, each year with a Dreamweaver like her in it. It would tell her of the dangers Dreamweaving could bring, but it could not. It could only follow her and protect her. It was the cat's duty. He was the guardian of Dreamweavers, and he had done his job for thousands of years. He meowed and followed the girl as she skipped her way into the castle. Mention their Dreams is a roleplay where everything is possible. Few people realize how powerful their dreams are, and only those who can make their dreams reality can see what people's minds can do. Jump on in! Anything is possible.