The Art Of Dreaming (Dawn Golden)

Empty is the world that's known to you I left it behind, to eternity I broke through Thousand times I dreamt and woke up in my bed One time in another dream, on earth I was dead I know of seven gates of dreaming That one can enter into a separate reality Not in ordinary dreams, they are not as the seem Nothing real, the dreamer's fantasy But if the dreamer starts to get control Entities of other dimensions cross his way His dreambody awakes and the wings of his soul But woe to those not strong enough, a deadly price they pay