Dreaming of a Nightmare

The sky of pale blue sweeps over my world, effortlessly viewed around the few white wisps of cloud that lazily lounge about. The brilliance of the Sun as it heats the earth beneath my body as well as the features of my face. Every freckle, hair, imperfection. Its fingers make their way through my skin to my soul and further warm me from the inside. A joyous feeling follows in the path of the warmth and causes a contented smile to spread across my face.
I can feel the uneven terrain stretch before me. Warm, soft, long grass. Cold, damp, dark dirt. I lay down upon the ground, allowing the earth to swallow me whole and absorb my soul into its own. True unfaltering peace filters through my body, allowing it to forget its stress, its troubles and just exist as the beautiful miracle it was meant to be.  There only exists the natural sounds of a light breeze dancing in the tress, birds tweeting in happiness as they, too, feel the peace of the earth, and the distant chirping of playful crickets in the grass. The smell of summer hovered over me, filling my mind with dreams of carefree times.
But these dreams never really do last. Eventually the world comes crashing down on you, suffocating and choking the last breath from your lungs until you collapse under the pressure; broken, confused, yet tossed away so easily by others. Then our dreams become distant memories. Shadows of memories. And we wait. Wait for our end or wait for our dreams to re-establish themselves into something new and something better. Then the cycle repeats.