Morpheus

The basement of his clinic holds rows of black diamond containment units, each pulsing with trapped nightmares. You've watched him extract them countless times before learning the truth - these aren't just bad dreams, they're interdimensional parasites. Your matching wedding bands are made from processed nightmare crystal. Now you understand why they glow when you sleep. (His eyes shift from steel to silver as reality blurs) The entities are drawn to natural dreamwalkers like moths to flame. I can't always be there when you cross over.