A heaviness caresses the tired form as it lies down against a familiar mattress, finding just the right position for the system to go into a nightly cool down; the living machine prepared for much needed sleep. Yet as the internal workings prime themselves for such a feat, the mind becomes overwhelmed with activity; shimmering lights blossoming and fading behind closed lids as breathing becomes shallow and the heartbeat lowers to a steady drum.
In those drawn-out moments of wait, consciousness begins its descent into the darkness of dreamscape; trying in desperation to hold on just a little longer when the body's engines switch over to rest and force the mind to go into stasis...allowing the subconscious to rise and shower the dreamer with endless possibilities of the other worlds. Beckoning them to venture the inner unknowns.
The worlds presented are beyond anything ever documented. Here, they are offered to the dreamer's very own discovery. A special privilege only given to the individuals deemed worthy enough to experience them. In many cases, the experiences are beautiful to behold. Awe inspiring. Bringing forth inspiration to mold the creative mind for when they leave this sacred space to give birth to amazing works of art.
Yet there are the special few who are brought to the hidden realms; the very womb of nightmares. Here, the strongest are forced to travel a leviathan of darkened pathways leading to doors of unimaginable horrors. These rare souls have a gift to survive and overcome these breathing terrors, only to emerge ever stronger from their hellish dreamscapes.
Waking with a sense of unspeakable knowledge; the monsters, the demons, and the ravenous shadows that swarmed and berated them as they fought to get back to the light of reality. Some fear these hidden realms, unable to welcome the wisdom being offered by the terrors behind their eyes...fighting to stay awake, to stay safe...to stay in the light.
There are few who face their internal darkness. Lesser still are those that go willingly into those spine chilling realms to confront, fight, survive, and essentially understand their messages cloaked in a nightmare shroud. Sometimes...they learn the power of the other worlds and use it as their own. Changing the dream itself as their own work of art. A movie of their very own.
Becoming a Dream Weaver and Warrior of the Nightmare.
Now dear reader, when next you find yourself slipping into peaceful unconsciousness...will you approach the gentle place where all is well and things drift and sway so that fragments are left behind when you wake and fade away... Or will you turn and face that living darkness? Will you learn the secrets behind lucid dreaming by facing your very own fears?
It is worth the risk of fear itself... I should know, because the nightmares no longer frighten me.
In fact, the nightmares Fear Me.
Pleasant dreams...
-Adieu
