Life seems to just come at me these past two days. First the house, then the forest and now all these books that I want to read. A good night’s rest should bring me up. Though I hope that I won’t get a strange dream like I did yesterday.

Having already gotten ready for bed, I settle in for the night and close my eyes. The darkness of sleep engulfs me again as I wait for tomorrow to come. The darkness stays as I try to get some sleep. But alas, there are other plans for me as I sleep. The voice from last night comes again.

“There are two stages of a person’s day, awake and asleep. We always only focus on the stage of being awake. Rarely do we think about what occurs during the time of sleep. But what if we focused on both? Could there be something more to the stage of sleep?”

“What if we could see through different eyes? What if sleep leads to more answers than awake? Could we learn from the past, to avoid a bleak future? Could sleep give us the eyes of our ancestors? This is for you to decide. For as of now, you have the say in your future.”

“A glimpse is all a person needs to begin a task. A flash of the past to carve your way into the imminent. A peek through the door will be given, take everything in.”

With those words, the darkness in front of me turns into a rural landscape. I do not know where I am as the surroundings are unfamiliar. I try to look around, but I am unable to. All I can do is look at what faces me.

In front of me, there is a field covered with an array of flowers. The landscape is quite beautiful, to say the least. The mixture of yellows, reds, whites and lavenders makes you want to just stay there and maybe have a picnic. In the distance, there is a town. I cannot discern how far away it is, but what I can see is that lots of the buildings are made of wood.

Without warning, a voice speaks, different from the one in the darkness.

“Hey, whatchu doin’ o’er there? Get o’er here an get in!”

My field of vision suddenly turns to the right. I see a man sitting in a covered wagon, holding the reins that restrain some oxen. As my view shifts, I realize I am not in my body, rather I am looking through the eyes of someone else. Is that what the voice from the darkness meant about a glimpse?

As this person gets closer to the wagon, my vision starts to darken. I try to keep looking, but to no avail. It gets darker and darker until my whole field of view is as black as it once was. As I sit in the darkness, I hear footsteps coming from somewhere.

“Now then child, awaken and find the path!”