Dreams

Lying in bed so warm and cosy, wrapped in a soft, feathery duvet; nothing could be more snug. One feels content and at ease; anxiety and worry fails to exist. One’s head feels suddenly heavy, like a stone dropping in to a silent river. One’s mind begins to float away in to a land that is in complete harmony, like an orchestra playing as one. One begins to enter a strange world of images that are in disarray, they combine into one long tale causing confusion. As one sleeps on many worlds open up allowing one’s self to explore terrain that is out of reach whilst awake. One is dreaming but one’s mind can suddenly become darkened by grotesque images caused by an unwelcome sprite; a nightmare has begun corrupting one’s pleasant sleep. One becomes afraid, it feels so real, but the mind can swiftly change projecting some light into the darkness; the sprite is now gone and one’s dreams become magical once more.