Okay, so it was only a dream.
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Not a nightmare, the opposite.
Snuggled warm, my sleeping body
rests from the toil of the previous day.
But, now my mind
Moves to different, creative realms;
Where no sense can be made
Of its ever changing mood and movement.
But, this dream, was one of those dreams,
Where to wake would be a travesty,
As I floated above thatch and spire,
Looking down on all of life
As it hustled and bustled
Under the heat of a warm, spring day.
And I knew, with a shake of the mind,
I could move to view the desert sands
And then to glide above the caps of ice.
For I had been gifted this special night,
As my body left its sleeping state,
Projecting me into the wonders...
Of those Astral travels.