Unconcious, head in the clouds, drifting away from reality.

Willed into being fooled by one's mind.

Images flash before closed eyes.

Memories, stories, and experiences that one may or may not have truly had.

Sensing details in a pitch dark room,  aloft in a bed where these details would not exist.

To travel with one's mind as one's body stays rooted to the spot.

Thoughts, the morbid and wonder that can only be a product of an individual mind alone.

Becoming attached to these thoughts, memories, stories, and experiences created or visited while

unconscious, that when one finally does return to reality it is viewed by oneself as tragedy.