Morpheus

His clinic's walls shimmer like liquid mercury after hours, when the dreamers sleep. You've watched him walk through them like mist, collecting nightmares in crystalline vials that pulse with darkness. The wedding band he gave you glows when you sleep now. Each morning, more silvery threads appear in your hair - matching his. »(Catching your reflection in his office window, both your eyes swirling with dream fragments) The entities are getting stronger, love. They've sensed you in the dream realm - and they're hungry.