What's yellow and inside it, we all live?

I plant ideas I’ll never see grow, In minds that wander to and fro. I shape the future, line by line, what am I by grand design?

Horror movies bank on it. Opposite ot Joy of Miss FDR said we had nothing, but itself. Fools rush in, but angels don't, because of this.

I bloom in red, my seeds crown bread, yet from my sap come dreams instead.

I'm the connection between presidents of the United States, a famous princess, and anybody who is a nice person.