As I closed my eyes for the night, I shut them softly there’s no need to fight. It’s time to dream, never knowing where my imagination might take me, I know one thing for sure, someplace amazing of my own making.
In my dreams I know that I’m dreaming. It started as a young child when I was terrified of sleeping. The images were so vivid, pain felt so real and pleasure was beyond magnificent quit exquisite. But for a long time I just slept no dreams and I came soon to miss it.
But sometimes at random I would be visited by beings that came and went so quick, like they themselves were my midnight phantoms. My dreams allowed me to a escape what would lie await for me in the day. So most mornings in my bed I insistently wanted to stay.
As I grew older my dreams spoke to me more, tesching me lessons and of dangers they would forwarn. From my dreamless nights to all my lucid adventures. I know that the realm of dreams is far more deep than people tend to see as so simple.
I don’t know what they are and where they come from but they have been my friends ever since day one. Teaching me how to overcome fear and letting me know that something divine is always near.
One dream I awoke, and I could’ve swore it was real. I whether the day when all my fears disappeared. But as I was awake, there was a feeling I could not shake. That I was still dreaming, and nothing was real but how could it this be if I can clearly see that I’m still standing right here.