When dreams turn into nightmares no dumb layman can figure it out why. For life offers to those whose heart and mind is full of pure intent.

In the academe's point of view, a subtle subtrefuge is called "reverse psychology"; in the layman's point of view, it simply means deception.

I hold my dreams in my hands and tirelessly wear them in my heart.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Thus fortified I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exists and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.

The day of gloom, the heaven's expression of its inconsolable sorrow.