Idyll

Dreamt I swam out to sea and then looked back to the shore. Stuck my head under the water and saw where the beach dropped off into the deep where I was treadin'. Swam back to stand on that sandy ridge an' to jump in again. When I did jump in I tried a somersault underwater and lost my bearings. The water turned cloudy and there were millions of grains of sand kicked up by my disturbance. Realised I was gaspin' for air and that I might not make it back to the surface. At that point, just when I seemed to be losing hold of life, a voice clearly told me that if I wished, I could go to Idyll. Soon as I hear the word I knew it was a haunted, darkly beautiful land, accessible only to those who are near to death, to those whose bodies have nearly shut down. Idyll - shadows and dark, deep, deep mystery. The name held an indescribable resonance; Idyll, a place so far off into the mind it is only possible to go there under exceptional cirmcumstances.