Good night, my foolish love

Hear me now...

Sleep your singular sleep and die

With a nice bright gleam in your eyes


A crescendo of the dream

Going deeper into dubious realms

Into post-dream projections

Going Deeper

The dream begins into post-dream projections


Can't imagine your reaction to this psycho tale

To the all-around astral uncanniness

Awfully weird areas

Ultramental hinterlands


It was after midnight and you dread going to sleep

And have another of those nightmares

I could save you from this fate

If only I could find it in my heart to do so...

I hear you pray to end the dream

And beseech me to release you from my spell


Illusions on a mental screen

Images projected

Zones of deception and pain

Spirits brave enough


Awakened you to a stratosphere

Of uncanny terror

A crescendo of the dream

Going deeper into dubious realms

Into post-dream projections