Oneiric aphasia

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