Places made of dreams

There is something quite mystical about sleeping... I am a very deep sleeper, I always have been but there are times I feel myself floating away. It's like leaving my body, and a small part of me prays before I fall asleep that I'll find my way back. I am always lost, always looking for something, always searching for answers. It can be unsettling, and sometimes traumatic when I feel trapped in something beyond my control. That in times of desperation and distress I can't seem to bring my body back to reality. I can't wake myself, and so I am prone to restless sleeping, sleep walking, sleep talking, and doing random things (opening drawers, turning on and off the light switch, playing with my phone) or even worse thinking that I am awake, when I am still very much asleep. I have tried to catch a face that seemed to be sinking between my bed and the wall, I have hovered above my bed at the ceiling screaming at the top of my lungs to try and wake myself up, I have felt cornered and threatened to the point at which I felt animal like instincts take over and actually growled out loud. On the upside I have been on many adventures. I have had the power to fly, the ability to breathe under water, and have seen beauty beyond words in places that could only be made of dreams.