The beauty of sleep; have you ever wondered where we go when we fall asleep?
The subtle little rest we acquire when we go to sleep, in a pleasant still and void, away from the turmoils and worries of the world.
The hours that go by as we close our eyes, moving us against the dimensional spectrum of inevitable time, taking us forward away from dark pasts and sad moments. Truly beautiful.
Sleep is the presenter of dreams; dreams being a world where our wishes come true. A place where happiness lives for those little times we close our eyes. Dreams are wonderful, giving you the finery of uncertainty, some showing you a beautiful glimpse of what the nearest or distant future might hold for dear old you.
From the relaxation in your soft bed, serving as a portal to the cosmological beautiful realm of sleep, a place you meet your dreams. We underrate these little moments, the hours in which we embark on this divine journey of sleep. It takes us out from the real world and the harshness we face in it every day; the anxiety, depression, guilt, shame, unreturned affection and existential crisis, to the sweet embrace of the darling Sandman. A happy place to be, your mind oblivious to what the world holds; just wandering. Wandering…
The only pathway to glimpse what death truly looks and feels like. The cold numb phenomena of being still, non-living, far away in a dimension where you don’t feel the sunlight; the thing that keeps you away from your loved ones is when you close your eyes to sleep.
Sleep is the presenter of nightmares, your greatest fears and foes coming to haunt you. A world of darkness and nothingness except your breathing. Nightmares are horrid visions, painful memories and reminders of past sins, misdeeds and even premonitions of doom, what the future may hold grimly for you.
Sleep may be the escape from reality but sometimes reality is real, it is your true existence, your living moments in which you can never escape except through death, and then you gaslight yourself into thinking sleep is the real escape.
Sometimes you may wish insomnia on yourself, as Morpheus drags you without consent to his world where only he thrives. Sometimes sleep is the true discomfort because even people who don’t get it induce it upon themselves with pills and medications. It leaves you dependent on dependence.
It is inevitable, whether you like it or not. It is a constant setback to the goals in life which you have set for yourself. A distraction to stop your living fulfilments.
That is sleep.
So, I ask again, have you ever wondered where we go when we fall asleep?