Dream a little dream...come true

Skye had a problem; a big problem. Every night she had a dream and every morning that dream came true. But with an imagination as vivid as Skye's that wasn't a good thing. She couldn't help it. She couldn't stop it. She dreamed her house was made of jelly, her feet were the size of marrows, fairies were nesting in her wardrobe and that chickens could breakdance, amongst many other things. Every morning Skye would open her eyes and wonder what she had done to the world.
Her parents had long since gotten used to the constant changes that Skye would inflict, although the jelly toilet was a challenge, especially when her dad sat down and squashed it. But the town of Hanker hadn't. Discussions were already under way at the town's pink and sparkly town hall (another of Skye's subconscious creations) to have Skye relocated.
"Preferably to the other side of the world! Let them deal with her," chimed Mrs Cillings as she tried to wrestle a gamepad from the paws of her poodle."My poor Hubert has never been the same since she dreamed that dogs could play with games consoles. All I hear morning, noon and night is him playing Zombie Mayhem."
"Yeah," chimed Dr Deakins. "And chewing gum streets are the final straw. It took me two hours to get to work yesterday. The tyres of my car kept getting stuck in the stuff. That girl's a menace."
The bitter complaints upset Skye. And when she felt sad her dreams got worse. That night, after overhearing the town meeting, Skye had a dream that solved her and the town's problem completely. She dreamed she'd relocated the town instead; to Mars.