Dreamland
"In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me."
I've seen this phrase or lyric or whatever so many times, if I said it myself it would seem like I was following the crowd. I can relate to it. Slightly. Maybe. Nevermind.
I watch the scenes playing on the inside of my eyelids to keep myself from having to deal with the harsh laws of reality. I dwell in the pages of novels, rereading every line, yearning for it to leave the pages of its confinement and spread its wings, enveloping me in a world where everything happens for a reason. Every action is connected to the plot in some way, minor or major. Karma only occurs if it invokes an interesting plot twist. Abuse creates conflict, one that is resolved for better or worse. Everything turns out alright in the end, and if it doesn't, it still leaves the protagonist with more enlightenment and knowledge and experience than before.
I'll wake up at 7am. I'll get out of my bed at 9am. Where does the two hours go? Into my special time zone. I'm half-awake, half-asleep. Conscious enough to direct my dreams from one topic to another, one situation to the next, as smoothly as a music conductor. But I am also still half-asleep, one foot still in dreamland, enough to let me slip effortlessly into those dreams that I conjure. I languidly watch the movies in my head. They're all for me. They're made by me. Whatever I want, it happens. In my warm nest of comforters, quilts, pillows and stuffed animals, I am more comfortable than in any cinema. No matter how big their screens are, mine is still more extensive.
In this time, I am at my most peaceful. My private time zone can last from five minutes to two hours. Usually no more. But then, it really depends at what time I start. If I start at night before I slumber, it is usually no more than half an hour or so, for I fall asleep quickly once surrounded by my fantastical dreams. If I wake up in the middle of the night or very early in the morning, my self-administrated dreams may not even be necessary, for I will usually wake up after having a dream in which I fall. I'll blink and then doze off again as quickly as I awoke. If I wake up in the morning, like my previous example, at about 7am, and if it is the weekend, I will probably stay in bed until at least 8am. I might doze off again in this time as well, if my self-induced dreams are exceptional.
Wow. I wrote a lot about my dreamland. Not even about actual dreams either, although those are just as rich and vivid. Some of them are frightening though. But, I won't tell you about them. I don't hate anyone that much. I wouldn't share some of my dreams with my worst enemy. *smile*
I've seen this phrase or lyric or whatever so many times, if I said it myself it would seem like I was following the crowd. I can relate to it. Slightly. Maybe. Nevermind.
I watch the scenes playing on the inside of my eyelids to keep myself from having to deal with the harsh laws of reality. I dwell in the pages of novels, rereading every line, yearning for it to leave the pages of its confinement and spread its wings, enveloping me in a world where everything happens for a reason. Every action is connected to the plot in some way, minor or major. Karma only occurs if it invokes an interesting plot twist. Abuse creates conflict, one that is resolved for better or worse. Everything turns out alright in the end, and if it doesn't, it still leaves the protagonist with more enlightenment and knowledge and experience than before.
I'll wake up at 7am. I'll get out of my bed at 9am. Where does the two hours go? Into my special time zone. I'm half-awake, half-asleep. Conscious enough to direct my dreams from one topic to another, one situation to the next, as smoothly as a music conductor. But I am also still half-asleep, one foot still in dreamland, enough to let me slip effortlessly into those dreams that I conjure. I languidly watch the movies in my head. They're all for me. They're made by me. Whatever I want, it happens. In my warm nest of comforters, quilts, pillows and stuffed animals, I am more comfortable than in any cinema. No matter how big their screens are, mine is still more extensive.
In this time, I am at my most peaceful. My private time zone can last from five minutes to two hours. Usually no more. But then, it really depends at what time I start. If I start at night before I slumber, it is usually no more than half an hour or so, for I fall asleep quickly once surrounded by my fantastical dreams. If I wake up in the middle of the night or very early in the morning, my self-administrated dreams may not even be necessary, for I will usually wake up after having a dream in which I fall. I'll blink and then doze off again as quickly as I awoke. If I wake up in the morning, like my previous example, at about 7am, and if it is the weekend, I will probably stay in bed until at least 8am. I might doze off again in this time as well, if my self-induced dreams are exceptional.
Wow. I wrote a lot about my dreamland. Not even about actual dreams either, although those are just as rich and vivid. Some of them are frightening though. But, I won't tell you about them. I don't hate anyone that much. I wouldn't share some of my dreams with my worst enemy. *smile*