The Pixie's Journey: Bedtime Tale

This is a bedtime story about a pixie who is walking through the British countryside towards Bath. On her journey, she encounters an injured dragon. She helps the dragon by removing a sword from its side. The dragon gives her a tattoo that imbues her with the heart of a dragon. She continues her journey.

She meets an otter who needs her help. She helps the otter get a box from the bottom of the river. It is a mysterious box with the letters TNT written on it in red writing. She takes that box to a canary in a coal mine. The canary opens the box and finds that it contains what looks like a dream catcher. They explain that it catches negative thoughts, processes these, and emits positive thoughts back, which the person absorbs and has these thoughts.

The pixie wants one of these dream catchers and is told how to get one. The next day, she ends up in Bath. She then heads to a windmill where she helps to create her dream catcher.

Transcript

So just take a moment to allow yourself to begin to relax.

Allow your eyes to close.

With your eyes closed,

I don't know whether you'll drift to sleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it'll be to the spaces between my words.

And as you comfortably begin to fall asleep,

I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.

And in this bedtime story,

A pixie is heading to bath and they're walking along old country roads.

The sun shining gently in the sky,

Howling softly through the canopy of trees surrounding this country road.

The light of the sun shining down through the leaves of the trees,

Dancing on the path before the pixie.

And as the pixie continues walking to bath,

So they find their mind wandering.

Sometimes to different sounds of birds,

Other times inwardly to thoughts and ideas.

And she walks for hours and hours,

Day after day,

Enjoying this soft and gentle walk through countryside.

And she's heard that bath is full of baths.

And she looks forward to reaching the end of her journey and relaxing in a bath in bath,

Enjoying the warm water.

And as she walks through this ancient British landscape with rolling hills,

Waving grasses,

Singing birds and dancing light.

She hears a distant and gentle rumble,

Almost like the sound of thunder,

Except the sky is clear.

And sometime later,

She hears that rumble again,

Only this time closer to her.

And as she continues walking,

So that rumbling when it occurs,

Gets nearer and nearer.

Until eventually,

She sees in a field along the side of the track,

A dragon laying down its neck,

Stretched out,

Its chin resting on the meadow floor,

Taking deep breaths in and out,

Its wings raising slightly and lowering.

And she heads over the meadow towards that dragon.

And this dragon is wearing a crown made of fish scales that seem iridescent and sparkle in the light.

And in a deep voice,

The dragon asks her for some help,

Explaining that they're a friendly dragon,

They're just flying around,

Enjoying the weather and the landscape.

And then some man came along and picked a fight with them,

Just because they're a dragon.

And they pulled out a diamond sword,

The only material that can pierce their skin.

And they managed to get rid of the person who attacked them.

But the sword has ended up embedded in their side.

And so they can't fly,

And they also can't reach to get round to remove the sword.

And so they ask the pixie for some help.

And the pixie says that they'll help to remove the sword.

But before they do,

They just need one of the fish scales from the crown.

And they set up a little brewing station in the meadow.

They pop that fish scale into a bowl,

Add in some hot water.

Tootle around,

Picking different plants from the wildflowers dotted around the meadow.

The scent of those wildflowers wafting gently in her nostrils,

Almost tickling the back of her head.

And such a soothing scent as she pops that into the bowl and stirs that gently bubbling water.

The fish scale,

Slowly disintegrating,

The iridescent colors,

Gradually infusing with the water.

And once it's boiled for a while,

And the bubbles start to turn almost silvery,

She knows the drink's ready.

She takes it over to the dragon,

And tells the dragon to drink this hot tea.

It'll help to soothe them,

And stimulate their inner healing.

And while the dragon drinks the tea,

And makes sounds of enjoying that refreshing tea of deep comfort,

She heads around to the sword,

Takes hold of the handle of the sword,

Hoiks her legs up onto the side of the dragon,

Knees bent,

Back straight,

And pushes really hard on the side of the dragon,

And pulls really hard on the sword.

The sword flinging back,

Out from that wound,

Spiraling through the air,

Crashing down and sticking into the grass of the meadow,

As she lands in a heap on her back.

And she sits up and watches,

As the wound seems to almost magically begin stitching itself up,

And once she sees the wound fully stitched up,

She heads back round to the head of the dragon.

And the dragon lifts its head off the ground,

And begins to stand,

Towering high above the small pixie,

And thanks her for her help.

And the dragon then,

Takes a tiny ring,

That's around the tip of one claw,

Breathes fire across that ring,

The ring becoming red hot,

And says,

As a thank you,

And to cement our bond,

If you're happy to do so,

I can give you a tattoo,

That will connect us,

And connect you with the magical powers of dragons,

So that within you,

You'll hold the heart of a dragon.

And the tip of that ring,

Is glowing red hot,

And the pixie agrees to this,

And braces herself,

And the dragon dips the ring gently,

Into that silvery tea,

And presses it softly,

Near the shoulder of the pixie,

And there's a slight hiss,

And yet the pixie doesn't feel anything,

Despite expecting it,

And then the dragon removes that ring,

Places it back on the tip of a claw,

And the pixie looks around at her shoulder,

And can see what looks like a flower,

Like the petals of a good luck charm,

And the dragon thanks her once more,

Before launching into the air,

Doing a few powerful flaps of its wings,

Flying up higher,

Turning to say goodbye,

And then swooping off,

And disappearing in just a moment,

And the pixie packs everything away,

Ponders the experience,

Before continuing her journey,

And as she gets closer and closer to bath,

So she ends up walking along the edge of a river,

Enjoying that fresh scent of the river water,

The sound of the river bubbling alongside her,

The sound of the reeds gently rustling,

As the soft waves roll towards the shore,

And the wind blows a gentle breeze,

And she can see butterflies flying from plant to plant,

The sight of dragonflies dancing across the surface of the water,

And enjoying the peace of nature,

And with the sun high overhead,

She places on her favourite hat,

The tip of the hat hanging down over her eyes,

The gentle breeze on her face,

And she can see in the distance,

The outline of the buildings of bath,

And as she gets closer to bath,

She spies an otter dashing along the shore,

Diving into the water,

She stops for a while to watch this otter,

And the otter swims around in the water for a bit,

Occasionally diving down under the water,

Being out of sight for a while,

Surfacing,

Diving down again,

Surfacing again,

She wonders what it's doing down there,

Then it swims back to shore,

Dashes up onto the shore,

Pulls out a pocket watch,

Flips the pocket watch open,

The ticking seemingly incredibly loud,

When that pocket watch is open,

And sounding like time is dashing past,

And she gets closer and calls out to the otter to ask what they're doing,

And they say there's no time,

There's no time,

As they look at the time,

And then they see the mark on her arm,

And realise she's imbued with the heart of the dragon,

And this draws their attention,

They say maybe you can help,

They have a mysterious parcel that they need delivered,

They're trying to get it,

But they have to get it from the bottom of the river,

But it's really a two-person job,

And they're trying to do it on their own,

And she says that she'll help,

And they say that's good,

But to be able to be underwater long enough,

You need to be wearing the right outfit,

And they hand her this oversized woolen sweater,

And she puts that on,

And says how's this supposed to help me to dive underwater,

And they tell her that it's a magic sweater,

She just has to trust it,

And dive into the water,

And all will be fine,

And so she runs to the edge of the water,

Leaps off the bank,

Splashes down into that water,

The sweater instantly shrinking to her size,

And seeming to catch air within the fabric,

And then the otter jumps in,

And pulls a bubble that's caught in the fabric up over her head,

And then holds her hand as they dive down under the water,

And they dive down into the murky green of this river,

The gentle bubbling sound of the water around them,

Gradually the bottom of this river coming into view,

A thick,

Gloopy,

Silty bottom,

And the otter clears away,

What looks like a box,

But as soon as the otter clears it away,

And goes to reach for the box,

The silt just fills back in over the top again,

And so the otter clears that away again,

And this time the pixie takes hold of the box,

And while the otter keeps that box clear,

The pixie manages to pull it out of the silt,

And the two of them manage to pull it up to the surface,

And then swim over to the shore,

And the otter jumps up onto the bank,

And pulls that up onto the bank,

As the pixie climbs out of the water,

Takes off that jumper,

Wrings that out,

And as it wrings out,

So it regrows again,

And the otter asks the pixie to take this mysterious parcel with them on their journey to Bath,

They'll find the location to take this box,

And on the side of this parcel are the letters TNT,

In an almost vivid red,

And the otter says,

It's okay,

It's perfectly fine,

There's nothing at all to worry about,

It's just TNT,

And she trusts the otter,

She gets some rope,

And she turns the box into a backpack,

And trundles along on her journey,

With that TNT on her back,

Enjoying nature,

Pondering the unusual experience she's had so far,

Looking forward to getting to Bath,

And for a while after exiting the water,

As she walks along,

She finds her squelchy shoes are squeaking on the path beneath her,

But as the sun continues,

Arcing gently overhead,

The water in her shoes gradually evaporates,

Her feet gradually dry off,

And from time to time she stops,

Takes a moment to enjoy a break and have a bite to eat,

Curious what's in this mysterious parcel,

And after some time of walking,

She spies some signs for a coal mine,

And she has this feeling that's where this mysterious parcel should go,

And so she heads towards that coal mine,

Almost skipping with glee,

She approaches the dark entrance to the coal mine,

Like a giant cave in the side of a large hill,

She walks deeper and deeper into this coal mine,

Where eventually she meets a canary,

And this small little canary in the coal mine is pleased to see her,

Saying that that mysterious parcel with TNT on it is for them,

And could she carry it to where they need it to be placed,

And they guide her deeper and deeper into the coal mine,

The air very still and quiet,

She places the mysterious parcel where the canary asks her to place it,

And the canary says I'll just go and get a light so that we can see what we're doing,

And the canary heads off and comes back,

Carrying a flickering torch,

The walls of the coal mine jet black,

But the light still creating dancing shapes and shadows,

And the canary asks the pixie to open the box,

And the pixie says before I do I'm just curious,

What does TNT mean?

And the canary,

With a slight smile to its face and its eyes,

Says it's obvious what TNT means,

It means totally nice thoughts,

As anyone would know,

And the pixie opens that box,

And inside the box is what looks like an elaborate dream catcher,

And the canary flutters down and lifts that up out of the box,

Holds it up to the light,

And the threads of the dream catcher can be seen to be sparkling,

And the canary says that these dream catchers catch negative thoughts and ideas,

They filter those negative thoughts and ideas,

And as they gently move in the breeze,

They waft out totally nice thoughts,

That begin to fill the space around you,

And begin to waft around into you,

So that you start breathing in those totally nice thoughts,

And your mind transforms,

And begins to fill with pleasant thoughts and ideas,

Bringing the sweetest of dreams,

And the canary says that they've struggled with having some dark thoughts in this dark place,

And so they'd ordered this TNT,

So they can hang it up,

And while they work,

And while they rest and sleep,

Their mind can fill with pleasant thoughts and ideas,

As any negative thoughts and ideas get filtered through this dream catcher,

And the pixie thinks this sounds like quite a good thing,

They wonder whether they can get hold of one somewhere for themselves,

And they're told that it is possible to get one in Bath,

And they give some details on who to meet in Bath to get that,

And then the pixie sets off,

Working their way back out of the coal mine,

As that canary hangs up that dream catcher,

They continue on their journey away from the coal mine,

And as they walk,

So the sun fully sets,

And so they stop on the edge of the path,

They light a small campfire,

And they rest down by that campfire,

Enjoying some food and drink,

And just drifting and relaxing in their mind,

And as they begin relaxing in their mind,

They hear a gentle tinkling sound in the distance,

And they walk away from the campfire,

Crossing the path,

Heading down the other side,

Walking across a bit of meadow towards the river,

As they approach the river,

So they notice a low mist,

Just gently rolling over the top of the water,

Almost like the mist is an ethereal form of the water,

And in that ethereal water,

They see a raft,

And that raft looks ethereal,

Almost like it's not there,

And standing up at the back of a raft,

And arching overhead,

Is a pole and a chandelier hanging from that pole,

With the elements of the chandelier glowing gently,

And tinkling with the slight movement along the water,

And sitting on the raft under the chandelier,

Is a ghostly white rat,

Seemingly in its own world,

Holding a fishing rod,

With a weathered cap perched precariously on their head,

And the pixie watches as that ghostly white rat drifts past along the river,

And notices as it approaches and passes by,

That it doesn't seem to be making the water move in any way,

As if it's just an ethereal presence,

And she rubs her eyes just to check that what she sees is real,

But after rubbing her eyes a few times,

It's still there,

It passes by,

The rat doesn't look up or acknowledge her presence in any way,

Just drifts past gently,

And then the mist and the raft and the white rat seem to just fade away into the night,

As that tinkling softly fades away,

Leaving just the soft whistling sound of the breeze around her ears,

And she heads back to her campfire,

Builds a little structure to camp in for the night,

Tucks into that structure and a small little reading nook,

Gets out a book,

And with the fire crackling softly,

And the gentle breeze of the evening,

She begins to read,

And she reads her favourite romantic vampire story,

Suspending her belief and her views of the fact that this vampire is hundreds of years old,

And yet dating a teenager,

But she enjoys the romance of it,

The escape from reality,

And she reads about this girl and this vampire,

About this girl wanting to live forever,

Not really comprehending what that could be like,

And the vampire not wanting to live forever,

Wishing that they had a mortal life,

And this story contained many thought-provoking ideas that the pixie felt most readers would probably overlook,

And she read that for a while,

But was more curious about getting hold of one of those TNT dream catchers,

Looking forward to arriving in Bath,

Because one of the main reasons that she would sit and read right to the point where her eyes struggled to stay open,

Where every scan down the book ends with the eyes closed,

Is to try to read to the point of unconsciousness,

To the point where she's avoided those thoughts in her mind that occur at times when her mind has nothing else to focus on,

And once she reaches that point,

The book falls on her lap,

Her eyes fall down in her head,

And her head falls down to the pillow,

And she drifts and floats so peacefully,

So relaxed asleep,

And the next morning she's softly awoken by the sounds of birds singing,

The light dancing gently into her small camp,

And she packs everything away and pushes on this last leg to Bath,

And as she approaches Bath,

So she can see how old this city looks,

And she heads to one of the baths,

One she was told to go to,

And this bath has some rooms that you can stay in,

And so she places her belongings in a room,

She asks someone where she can get hold of a dream catcher,

And she's told who she has to meet,

And she says that she just wants to go and enjoy the baths first,

And asks which one would they recommend,

And they tell her there's a really special bath,

Very exclusive bath,

And that they would recommend that she goes and checks that one out,

But as she approaches that bath,

And she prepares herself for going into the bath,

She can smell the gentle scent,

Like vegetables or something sweet,

And she walks into the baths room,

And sees people resting in the baths,

Some just floating on their back,

And she notices that this bath isn't water,

But looks like a vegetable soup,

She doesn't know if that's exactly what it is,

But her first thought is that that's what it looks like and smells like,

And a friendly fellow,

Resting in the bath,

Invites her in and says it's perfectly fine,

And so she carefully walks down the steps into the really warm bath,

The slightly thick,

Soupy,

Gloopy liquid,

She heads over to a side,

Rests against the side,

Resting her head back on the side,

Her body floating gently up to the surface,

Her toes poking above the liquid,

Her arms bobbing softly on the surface,

Her ears just below the surface,

Dulling the sound a little,

Making it feel more relaxing,

And almost finding it hypnotic,

That scent of the soup,

And with that weightless feeling she rests there,

Closes her eyes,

And just enjoys this sense of weightlessness,

Of floating,

Of drifting,

On the scent of the most delicious smelling soup,

And after a little while,

She opens her eyes and swims around a bit,

And there are others swimming,

Others resting,

There's two people sitting at a stone table,

Playing a game of dice,

And after enjoying her time here,

In this bath in bath,

With this liquid warmed from underground,

In a very natural way,

She heads out to the shower,

Enjoys that warm shower,

Like standing out in a rain forest,

With the rain beating down all over your body,

Almost massaging the top of your head,

Your shoulders,

With each drop of rain,

Your back,

Your sides,

Your legs,

Your arms,

And then she leaves the baths and heads back to the room,

She changes before setting off,

To get her own dream catcher,

Determined to have that dream catcher before nightfall,

And she follows the instructions she's given,

She heads all the way through bath,

All the way to a windmill on the outskirts of bath,

And she arrives at that windmill,

Knocks on the red door of the windmill,

And there's no answer,

So she opens the door and she can hear this mill working,

And dotted around the inside of this windmill,

Are gently flickering candles,

And she looks around in this windmill,

And there are steps spiraling around from floor to floor,

And so she follows those steps up,

Calling out for anyone who might be here,

And the next level up seems to be a library,

And so she stops and looks for a while around this library,

At the different books,

Many of the books seemingly very ancient,

She heads up to the next level,

And on this level she sees someone just sat there reading a book,

At a table with a small window,

Gazing out the front of the windmill,

She watches the blades rhythmically pass that window as they turn outside,

She gets this person's attention and says that she was told to come here,

She was looking to have a dreamcatcher,

And she described the dreamcatcher,

And they said you can have that dreamcatcher if you can complete a task,

You need to go out into the meadows,

You need to pick enough daisies to create a chain,

And that chain needs to be woven into a rope,

And then that rope needs to be hung up the centre from this room to the top of this windmill,

And there's a hook up there,

And then you need to place a metal bar at the base of that daisy chain,

And twist that around,

And as it twists so it'll rise,

And you need to twist that and twist that and then climb a step ladder so that you can keep twisting that higher and higher,

And you keep doing that until that metal bar is almost up to the hook,

And then you hook it gently on two hooks that are either side of that main hook,

Descend the step ladder and wait,

And you'll get your dreamcatcher,

And so she heads out of this windmill,

Goes out into the meadows,

And the sun is passing across the sky,

And so she quickly picks as many daisies as she can,

She then weaves them together into a daisy chain,

And then folds that daisy chain multiple times,

And begins to weave the folded daisy chain together to form a rope,

And then takes that thick rope back into the windmill,

She gets that hooked on the hook,

And she follows the instructions,

Hooking up that metal bar,

And then steps back and sits on a seat,

And this person here says,

Now while this is working,

Close your eyes,

Cross your legs and relax,

Rest your arms in your lap,

Imagine all the weight of your body lifting,

Lifting off of you,

That weight lifting lightly,

Like a light,

Lightly lifting,

Lifting so calmly,

So gently,

And as that lifts gently off of you,

So have a sense of your consciousness,

Expanding within you,

Really connect with your dragon heart,

Feel that dragon heart,

Connect with the power of the dragon,

The heart of the dragon,

And as she does,

So she begins to sense this purple glow pulsing from within her,

Forming into a purple ethereal dragon,

Which begins to form within her heart,

Spiral around her body,

Wrapping around her,

This dragon of light,

Beaming from within her to without her,

Expanding up,

Its tail flailing behind as it arcs and twists and spirals within her,

Around her,

Rising up above her,

Filling this space in this windmill,

Now flying and undulating gently through the air,

Its body almost rippling from head to tail as it circles around this long slender dragon,

The glow of its ethereal body,

Casting a purple light upon the walls of the inside of this windmill,

And while it flies around,

So the metal bar begins to glow and sparkle,

And then begins to jiggle on its spot,

Jiggling and sparkling so much that it rattles itself out of those hooks,

And begins to unspiral and descend,

And as it unspirals and descends,

So the daisy chain rope starts to glow,

The thread of that rope,

Almost like a million tiny diamond-like drops,

Twinkling and sparkling like dew across a meadow in a morning,

Pulsing and fizzing and crackling,

And then seemingly disintegrating,

As if it's like the finest paper catching light,

As that ethereal dragon spirals around into mist and disperses,

Like it was almost a figment of her mind,

And hanging before her,

It's a dream catcher,

Made from her heart,

Made from her soul,

Made to catch hold of negative thoughts,

And cleansing them and transforming them into positive thoughts,

Filling this space with positive thoughts,

And this person says anytime you have this hanging around you,

You only have to know in your mind that it's there,

And your thoughts as you sleep will clear,

And negative thinking will be cleansed and dissipate,

As pleasant thoughts form in your mind,

And begin to fill your mind,

Helping you fall asleep so deeply and comfortably,

Until this happens automatically all by itself,

When the dream catcher will always be with you,

And you can always keep that in mind that the dream catcher is always with you,

And they unhook the dream catcher,

They fold it up,

Place it in a mysterious looking parcel with TNT written on the outside,

And they hand that to her,

And she sets off from the windmill,

And heads back to her room,

The sun now set,

And in her room,

She starts to read and then realises she doesn't need to,

She gazes over at the dream catcher hanging up in the corner of the room,

The threads glistening gently,

She feels a deep sense of peace and comfort as you fall asleep,

And so she places the book beside her,

Smiles gently,

And drifts into the most pleasant sleep,

Enjoying a period of dreaming,

Before floating into the most healing,

Deep,

Recuperative sleep,

And then cycling between appropriate levels of deep,

Recuperative,

Healing sleep,

And pleasant dreams all night long,

As she drifts and floats and relaxes into slumberland,