My Oh My, Mr Dream

My Oh My, Mr Dream. He is older than stars, lonelier than gods and he has stories to tell – stories before the cold. From a cage deep in the dark, Mr Dream emerges. Ancient. Alone. Holding three tokens, three dreams. A sailor rowing towards the edge of the world. A king commanding an army of mice. A voiceless boy who speaks only to birds. You choose the order. He does the rest. Part dream, part ritual: he will watch you back. Be gentle with the tokens. Some of them bite.