Meadows teaming with water in the rippling valleys. My damp feet, frozen blue,. I submerged till waist in the mixen and mud. While I planted saps of paddy. In those weary moments of life, I immersed in my reverie. The reverie of utopia,. And often voiced my inabilities to my aged father,. I can do this no more. The sun had set and the dusk had fallen.

Nightmares are dreams too? Are nightmares dreams, but with a evil twist? My predictions is that they are dreams. My nightmares always start out sweet then the longer my dream gets the more scary it gets. The scarcest dream I ever had was two years ago and it started out like this. First i was in my house sleeping.