DREAMLINE: City of Fallen Angels

A single mother who discovered she could astral travel, body-hops in her sleep and ends up behind the eyes of a serial killer. What happens when she uncovers a larger conspiracy linking her powers to a creepy children’s show?

There’s nowhere in the world quite like LA. The wealth gap is massive, loud, and on full display. You’ve got billion-dollar mansions sitting just a few blocks away from tent cities. Everyone’s chasing something here: Fame, Fortune, Power, Peace. Yet, the harder they chase, the more this city eats away at them. It’s where dreams are born and where they quietly fall apart. You come here to become someone, but even if you leave, something in you doesn’t make it out.

LA has always had this strange, magnetic pull. People come thinking they’ll make it big, but what they don’t realize is that the city has a pulse of its own. There’s a long, bloody history here. The Cecil Hotel. The Manson family. The Night Stalker. All the glitz and glam hides something sick underneath. From the way people disappear into addiction and homelessness, to the way the entertainment machine chews up kids, women, anyone it can use. LA is a haunted city wearing too much makeup.

That’s why Dreamline had to be set here. It’s not just a location. It’s the trap. It’s the maze. It’s the mirror. Every piece of the story, from the body-hopping to the influencer cults to the hunger for power fits right into LA’s bones. This is the city where nightmares get rebranded as dreams. And that’s exactly what we’re here to expose.