When the world goes quiet,
and the body surrenders.
where do you go?
In sleep,
we fall through time
without falling,
touch faces
we’ve never seen,
grieve things
that never happened.
And still,
we wake up aching.
Why?
What if dreams
aren’t just brain static or broken memories,
but something sacred,
an ancient language
your soul still remembers
even if you don’t?
You float.
You fall.
You fly.
You meet people
you’ve never seen,
but somehow you know them.
Places you’ve never been
feel more like home
than the house you wake up in.
What if every dream
is a message,
a mirror,
a map.
but only if you’re still enough
to listen?
What if they mean something?
What if they mean everything?
And maybe
we’ll never know for sure.
But still,
each night,
we close our eyes
and enter that strange, sacred place
as if we’re trying
to remember
something the daylight
won’t let us see.
Some say your soul leaves your body at night
and wanders.
Touches other worlds.
Crosses timelines.
Meets souls it once knew
before the name you wear now
existed.
Maybe,
what we call “sleep”
is the real awakening.
And waking up?
That’s the dream
we keep returning to.