The Portrait Of A Dream

The land of dreams is extra ordinary. When up is down an down is up, no uttered word is necessary. For you are me and I am you my love is your love my pain you too will feel. Yet, its not all happy times for a jail it can become, when closed off to the darkest minds the land no longer prospers fun. Scary thoughts you dare not think, will come to life in vivid ink. In this world there is no daring knight who saves, it is only consciousness tugging from your sleepy grave. Not all residents in the land of dreams are slaved to these scary things. Some treat this land as a safe house from there life, from stress, abuse, and the common household strife. They paint a world in which they rather live. Some filled with love and others just with people who forgive. For our dreams are individually our own, Depicted by our emotions and ours alone. It represents things not said. Things we think only in our head. But when we wake, these thoughts will soon fade for only tales that tell of fate will remain in the concious world that we evade.