Each and every night as I turn off my PC or close the book I’m reading, I can’t help thinking that there’s a long way till entering the land of dreams.
For a few moments I lie thinking about what happened on the day that went by. There are few things that make me smile by shining on my gray cells and few others that makes an “Ouch!” or an “Ooooh!” echo in the corridors amongst those cells!
And then come the imaginations… Fantasies…
Like a butterfly that slowly descends on a flower, they gently land on my brains, but then, as if something has scared that butterfly, quickly flies and so delicate: There’s not even a single print left. For a moment I feel the joy but with a single touch of reality-let’s say a simple noise from outside of my room- it’s gone. Yet I can’t believe it was an illusion. I know I’ve lived that single thought years; but I also know that if I look at my watch, not more than seconds (minutes top), have passed. Another time I might be feeling scared, but then again, I won’t have to worry; cuz soon enough, it’d be gone. When it happens, one would probably catch me staring at the ceiling. But I see nothing, not with my eyes…
Pathetically, I try plowing all my thoughts and still… nothing. As it never existed… Yet the sensation is so alive, I know it’s been there.
Maybe I was in an empty red opera house. On the balcony, probably… Watching an orchestra rehearse their performance before a big play. I watch them, fascinated. Then I sit on the edge backwards and another second I’ve dropped my body, down. Thrill!
What have I done? Am I gonna be dead?
I fall with the music in my ears. Everything is happening on slow motion. The eyes of a musician catches me in the air. He (I don’t know if he’s actually a he cuz he’s not a main character and the extras all look the same 
) starts to gawk. Little by little and so very slowly his mouth opens and his eyes grow wider. Right when I hit the ground with a thump, he drops his instrument!
And that’s it. I’ve thrown my leg aside on bed and now I’m wide awake… Conscious… One might say: Sober!
‘course, I’m not sure about any of that. It was completely hypothetical. I just remember my leg and the footprints of excitement. And even though I’m curious to find the reason, it’s gone and I’m never to find out.
A couple of weeks ago I found something to fantasize about… An angel! Now all my imaginations were her and interestingly I would remember all that was going on. All the kisses, tears, hugs… Everything! And it was really wonderful.
Alas! It ended… I had to end it.
Sometimes I really do want to go to a place like the imaginarium in the movie: Imaginarium of Dr. Parnasus! Just go there and imagine! I sure as hell know what I’d see there about three weeks ago but now… Now I can’t stop wondering what I’d see if I ever entered that fictional imaginarium!
The most probable is a blank space:
Death!
