Dreaming

I am lying in my bed and night grows darker,
         Darker, dark and
         deep, and
                   slow, and
                             black.
From the deep blackness, from the nothingness comes
         A violet light, suddenly I am immersed in it
         And I am blinded.
My name is called, I am called and I find
         I am in a school made of trees.
         Creatures of no name call mine, hearken to me
         Toward the lane of trees constituting a hall.
"Where am I? Can this be possible?" I query while
         Elephants sprout wings, the darkness of the universe
         Is shown through a black sky with the sun and moon in harmony,
         They're finally together in one sky with all the stars.
Nothing seen is truly there, there is no escape from
         The surreal majesty. I shake myself
         and the red
                   numbers
                             of my alarm clock
         Are the only light I see.
Dreams are nervous things.