Land of Nod
The Land of Nod awaits, as the sand in Mr. Sandman's hourglass separate.
As you slowly drift into anon, your body grows still and you start to dream of things, that have passed, which are gone.
Your Sub-Conscious mind surfaces sending you conscious in to oblivion, and your dreams start, you choose the perfect role, the perfect part.
Night flies by, and dawn wipes the stars from the sky.
When you awake you tell the tale that your dreams do make.
