• Dreams were still here. They danced across my vision.

    Half remembered dances in the moonlight. Faeries making me their Queen. Forests waking up to talk and gone again.

    Almost grasped then, trickling like water through my hands, gone again.

    The darkness: so dark then too bright. A god or goddess was walking through my dreams.

    Suddenly a meadow with flowers everywhere. The flowers bow to me: I am the Queen of Faeries.

    And then visions of beauty flicker and vanish.
    And I wake up in my room again.