They say that dreams are just reality, waiting to happen. I say dreams are just well-lit nightmares. They hold all the same ingredients, all the same actors and demons. They seem to be interchangeable at times. In one dream/nightmare you are my lover, possessing me completely ... in the next, you are a devouring Dragon ... seeking my destruction.
Not all nightmares are dark and foreboding. That's how they sneak up on you, by seeming to be sweet, tender visions of things to come.
Of aroma filled fields of flowers, set beside a babbling brook. The colors are intense and vibrant. You think you can actually reach out in your nightmare and pick a bunch of flowers to place in the empty vase next to your bed. As you do, as you gather a few poppies, some Shasta daisies, from out of nowhere a Dragon swoops down from the sky and tears the flowers from your hand. Screeching as it flies away ... laughing at your innocence.
Dreams are just well-lit nightmares, and that's the coming reality.
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