There come times in our life

When with all our thinking

our minds begin to slow down

and all we feel we need to do is rest

Head to bed by all means

Just heed my warning

When one crosses the line

They will come back confused even more

I should know

I was tired after a whole hour of thought

So rather than stress relief myself

I hid under the sheets and crossed the line.

That fabled line into the dreamscape.

I entered a place of no physical limitations

Where senses took no heed

Words and feelings all came from my mind

Since this was it's world.

I saw her again.

The confusion I felt in reality 

simply expanded to fill my mind

Causing me to dream about her.

I wanted to reach out because she was troubled

I wanted to move out of my place towards her

I wanted to talk to her and hear her laugh

Yet all I could do, was stare.

And so when I crossed over again

With a few hours to spare

All I've felt is miserable

My only relief being my writing.