caprice: The wake of a dream

The waves rush past me and I am standing in the wake of a dream. The flood of images recedes and the mind is mine to roam. A thought, and I am on moonlit shores, soothing waves lapping at my feet. I walk for bit and move shoreward to sit on dry sand. Sand slips through my fingers, dropping from one hand to the other, and in the sand in my hand I search for answers. Nothing. A thought, and I sit on a hillside, painted in the lushest of greens. I lie back on the silken blades and the turf embraces me like a pillow. I look to the clouds, seeking secrets. Nothing. A sweet breeze, a thought, and I lie on a warm rug in a dreamed up living room. A blizzard rages on outside, but in the heat of the fire, I can ignore the storm and lie comfortable. I get up to sit in an armchair and settle into the cushions. The wind beats against the window, but as it changes direction, the noise stops. In the haven, I am safe. I stare into the fire, looking to uncover hidden truths. Yet again, nothing. The wind knocks on the window once again, but to no avail. A quick chill, a flicker in the fire. I remove myself from the chair and go to the door. A thought, and I am wrapped in a coat to defend myself against the snow. It falls heavily, and the gales swirl it around me. The clouds flash with lightning and seethe like an angry sea. I shout into the abyss, but my words are lost, and even I soon forget them. The cold engulfs me. The skies roar. The storm around me spins, and the world shifts and changes, and the clouds collapse, expanding, and the winds buffet me. I no longer stand in a snowstorm, but a thoughtstorm, whirling around me. I stand in the wake of a dream. I stand unwelcome on the territories of my subconsious, forbidden from roaming the grounds. I stand in the wake of a dream, and if I do not get out, I may drown. Suddenly, there is silence, there is darkness, and there is sweet, peaceful sleep.