Sweven

Most of my nightly explorations involve finding secret ways through rock, water, or tangled wood. Always on the search for a someplace that my dream self longs for but can not recall up on waking.
Or storms that surge over the world in wave after rampaging wave... and as the storm passes the world is awash in golden hour and/or glimmering rainbows.
I've not known lucidity recently.
I hope you all are faring better.