The Elusive Escape from a Dreamed Place

The normal routine sets in. Your eyelids are heavy, but you don't want to go to bed just yet. There is still plenty of night left and you don't want to miss anything. You fight it for a few more minutes before finally giving in to the sandman's stranglehold over your eyelids.

You get up from the couch, brush your teeth, undress and pull back the covers to a vast sub-arctic space you call your bed. Your body trembles the moment you touch it and you yank the covers quickly over your head to protect yourself from what could be lingering outside.

As a child you played a simple game with yourself to help fall asleep. You'd imagine a burglar, or someone, trying to break into your house through your bedroom window. You would hide under your covers for protection knowing there's know way he could harm you; as long as your body was hidden underneath the warmth of a comforter and a few sheets. You would frighten yourself for a few moments believing that someone may actually be there and the faster you fall asleep, the faster he would disappear.

You are not quite sure how it happens. It seems that everything that happened a few moments before falling asleep is forgotten. Thrust into a world governed by your imagination, yet you have no control over anything. It seems your actions have already been dictated for you like some sort of play directed by Shakespear himself. And the colors, scientists say we only dream in black and white, but you and I know otherwise. Maybe they are right and we associate the colors with our feelings. Red meaning anger, green being jelousy and so on. It seems so real. You can feel it, touch it, taste it, smell it, all of your senses are hightened.

There are times you fly like Superman through the cloudes and into the stars peering down on the global earth that we have seen so many times in the movies. Other times we are falling, screeming not knowing where we are, or why we are falling, or when we will finally hit the ground, and just before we do we are awoken. Either but some strange sound or by our own minds fear of death in our dreamed place.

Dreams of Hitler's secret weapons falling down around your house. A house on the outside appears to be a normal 3 story 6 bedroom home. On the inside there are no walls. Just the skeletons of where the walls should be. You are curious about where the walls are, the privacy, and then you hear your father tell you that the reason. Being built this way is so we each can have our own space and yet still be together as one.

Then you finally awake and its all over, knowing "it was just a dream". But your heart races, there's sweat on your brow and you can barely speak but a whisper. You don't want to leave the comforts and warmth of your bed so you turn on to your side and try to fall asleep. Your mind has already forgotten what happend, but your emotions have not. As you fall asleep you are thrust into the very dream that had awoken you suddenly.

Where is the exit? How do I leave? Where do I find the elusive escape from this dreamed place?