The Guardian of Dreams

I sit here at a crossroads in time, Staring into the eyes of my lover. I cannot even begin to describe her beauty, and I can only begin to feel the grip of something hidden in the darkness. My head turns, driven by a force that I have felt time and time again. A force so strong no mortal man can evade its strength.

It is the Guardian of Dreams. a formless, shapeless being that wraps itself around every mind on earth. It calls out to me; beckons me to follow. I can see the sadness in my lovers eyes as I am slowly dragged out of my body. I bid her farewell, and I am dragged into a world of splendor and darkness. A world that could never exist, and yet it couldn't not exist.

I am paralyzed; unable to move as I am dragged further and further into my greatest fantasies, feeling every bit of pleasure that the mind can ever create. The Guardian of Dreams knows my favorite tastes, my favorite smells, and my favorite sounds. All at once they assault my mind, creating a reality that I would trap myself within for all eternity.

But then, there is a change. A shift. I am no longer being dragged, I am being pulled. I am being pulled down into the pit, into the blackest of all worlds. I am no longer in the world of my fantasies; I am in the world of nightmares. The Guardian of Dreams cackles as I cry for help, scream for release, the pain and the suffering ravage my senses, almost driving me mad with fear. I wanted it to end, I wanted all of it to stop. I did not care for the world of pleasure above, I only wanted death.

But suddenly, everything, even the Guardian itself, froze. I waited what seemed like an entire year, suspended in non animation. I prayed. I did not know why or whom I prayed to, but I prayed. I begged for mercy, I begged to be taken out of this endless pit of blackness.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. A blessed, tender hand. Just the feel of it brought hope into my heart. I turned around to see that it was her. It was my lover, standing next to me. Holding on to me. I reached out, and held on to her. I no longer wanted death. I no longer wanted release. I knew now who the Guardian of Dreams was, and that she was my light in the darkness; my darkness in the light. I could feel myself being pulled out of the darkness, out of the cold muck of the pit, and into the light.

When I woke up the next morning I opened my windows. I looked out at all the people walking across the sidewalks, and I smiled. The world can never seem gloomy without my guiding light, because she will always be with me. In my dreams and in reality, she will always be there for me. And I will always be there for her.