Seen on the Insides of My Eyelids

My journey into the Land of Nod (where dreams reside) requires a robust mattress, unbroken darkness, sensible pyjamas, and eyes that are completely covered by eyelids. As my somnolent safari (seriously!!) begins, I am guided by the nebulous shapes and shadows which appear in the black, and by the tunnel of sparkles. I cannot be fully subsumed by my passage, and thus, by my destination, until I have seen the transient faces - sometimes familiar, sometimes frightening, mostly gentle. It is these fading facades which signal that I'm ready to acquiesce, to submit to subconscious sanity (hurrah!!).