Enter the Realm of Morpheus

When the God of Sleep Casts a Spell over humanity

As you enter the world of sleep,

Wear the magic of the sleeping cloak.

With it, around you, reality begins to melt,

And disappears like wisps of smoke.

For eight hours you live your dreams,

In the world beyond our reality.

The world of Dreams beckons you,

As you cross the threshold of sleep,

It is time to step into another world,

Where anything is possible,

As you lie in the depths of slumber.

Morpheus the God of Sleep invites you,

Into the dreams and nightmares of his world,

As you lie in bed in deep slumber curled.

The world that we can only imagine,

Gives us visions beyond our wildest dreams,

Nothing is what it seems at first glance,

As animals and beasts in the forests prance.

Try to be a lucid dreamer in a lucid dream,

You will control every dream that you see,

From the fast-flowing river to the large pine tree.

Do the impossible in your lucid dream,

Visit far off lands for great adventures,

Make dreaming and symbols your occupation,

As you defy your wildest imagination.

Fly to the mountain top of the Himalayas,

Or fly across the open sea with your powers,

In a world where minutes seem like hours.

The impossible is possible lucidly,

Sit at the banquet with the God of sleep,

Enjoying all those creative thoughts you reap.

As a writer, every image thought, and word,

Can create a whole new literary world never seen or heard.

Morpheus the God of sleep casts a spell over humanity,

As he reigns over the realm of sleep, over land and sea.