An Involuntary Journey

After we brush our teeth

we slip into our PJs and slide between the sheets.

The day has come to an end and there is no more work, physicalities 

or meet-and-greets.

It is a time for sleep.

There is a moment that we do not feel and we do not intend to think,

but it begins to creep.

Before you know it, you are not where you once were. 

But you can still see and know who you are.

You are now in another entity.

Good or bad, you are yet to find out.

But right now is short yet it feels like an eternity.

It could be something similar to a stroll in your own personal heaven

or a dance with the devil that goes far beyond eleven.

Whatever it may be, it is a phenomonon that still needs explanation.

It is just too surreal to look past the fact that every time we dream

we basically take a mental vacation and do and see things

that are totally beyond our manifestation.

Where is the relation?

Yet maybe these mental vacations are simply temporary visits we make

to see where exactly it is we would like to travel to reside after our final

destination.

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