"Aldwyn, do you know what Skylar dreams about?" asked Gilbert.

"No. Do you?" said Aldwyn.

"No."

Aldwyn and Gilbert were really bored. They had been sitting around all day. It got to the point where Gilbert started asking random questions.

"I wonder if she dreams about flying cakes with orange frosting," suggested Gilbert.

"I don't really think so." Before now Aldwyn didn't really think that Skylar dreamed about anything. She didn't seem that passionate about much.

"Or maybe she dreams about a swimming tray of fruit tarts." Aldwyn was quiet. "Or talking pumpkin pie."

"You're really hungry, aren't you?"

"A little bit." Just then Skylar walked in the room.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked.

"Gilbert was just wondering what you dream about," said Aldwyn.

"Why do you want to know what I dream about?"

"Reasons," said Gilbert mysteriously. A beat of silence passed. Then Gilbert jumped to his feet. "I have an idea!" He ran out of the room.

When Gilbert returned he was holding a journal in his webbed hands.

"This is a dream journal," he said. "Whenever you have a dream you have to write it down. Then I will read it. Do this until the whole thing is filled."

Skylar reluctantly took the journal. This was going to be a long 57 pages.