Welcome fellow dream weavers,
To a realm of enchantment.
Tonight we'll embark on a journey into the depths of our inner worlds.
The journey will be a sweet one,
Soft and comforting.
And too it shall be a fun one,
Intriguing and engaging.
By the end of our time together,
You'll be roaming around inside your own mind,
Gently lulled into a restful sleep by my words.
To get us there,
I request that you now find a cosy spot and get as comfortable as you can.
The how you get comfortable is up to you of course,
A bed,
A couch,
A reclining chair,
Whatever it may be.
Find your space now,
Get settled,
Close your eyes and let the external world fade away and your internal world light up.
This is a place where all is well and magic reigns supreme.
And so we're ready to begin our adventure together.
Our little bedtime story,
Tonight's story is called,
The Rise of Twinkleton.
Once upon a time,
In a land far,
Far away,
There lived an ancient being named Twinkleton.
At first glance,
Twinkleton didn't look all that different from you and I,
But the closer one got to this cute old thing,
The more his uniqueness began to show.
You see,
Twinkleton was composed of a mixture of things that didn't usually mix,
A pinch of fluffy clouds,
A dash of starlight from the dawn of time and a whole load of echoes from the forgotten realms.
Because of this beautiful mixing of elements,
Twinkleton gave off a radiant glow that could light up the darkest of nights.
Who was Twinkleton though?
Where did he come from?
What did he do?
Well,
It was hard to say.
In a sense,
He did nothing at all.
In another sense,
He did everything.
It all depended from which angle you viewed him from,
And through which lens.
Twinkleton,
At the very least,
Could be thought of as this,
The keeper of giggles.
He was a jinx and a mischief maker,
But a good-hearted one at that.
More than anything else,
He enjoyed peering into people's dreams and joining them.
And so,
Each evening,
As the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in humbling hues of pink and gold,
Twinkleton would emerge from his cozy home and begin his magical duties.
With a hoo-ha-hey and a tap of his feet,
He'd cast his nightly spell across the land,
Ensuring that all children had safe travels into the other dimensions,
And that he would safely cross over to,
To join them.
One night,
As Twinkleton fluttered through Limbo,
The realm between realms,
Perusing whose dreams to enter that night,
He noticed a little girl named Olivia.
Olivia's imagination was extraordinary,
And her dreams were filled with wonders,
Like talking animals,
Flying cupcakes,
And rainbow rivers.
And so,
Intrigued,
Twinkleton found himself gravitating towards her realm,
Ready to explore her night-time delights.
Twinkleton was now in Olivia's dreams.
With a twinkle and a giggle,
He floated down from the portal,
High in the sky,
And landed gently by Olivia's side.
Hello,
Dear,
He said.
Her mouth dropped,
Shocked at what she was seeing.
She was gazing upon the most adorable creature she'd ever seen,
Twinkleton's starry form illuminating her dreamscape in a soft,
Comforting glow.
Twinkleton introduced himself to Olivia,
And invited her on a special adventure.
She couldn't believe her ears,
Nor her eyes,
Nor any of her senses for that matter.
She was thrilled by his presence,
And she happily agreed to join him.
Twinkleton extended his small,
Delicate hand,
And with a gentle touch,
Olivia's hand started to tingle.
In an instant,
They were whisked away to a new part of the dreamscape,
Where their imaginations intertwined.
Here,
In this new place,
They got up to all sorts of fun,
Riding on the backs of flying pandas,
Soaring through wispy cotton candy clouds,
Tasting laughter in the form of jellybean raindrops,
And racing through fields of fluffy marshmallow sheep.
Olivia laughed heartily,
And Twinkleton gave her a cool thumbs up.
But the most extraordinary part of their adventure was when Twinkleton showed Olivia how to manifest stardust from the ether itself.
First,
Twinkleton demonstrated the process,
And then Olivia followed suit,
Cupping her hands,
Closing her eyes,
And wishing upon a star.
And just as she opened her eyes back up,
A shower of sparkling stardust settled within her palms.
Twinkleton explained that whenever she was in need of a little magic to just blow this stardust into the breeze,
And he would reappear.
As the night waned,
And the first rays of dawn peaked over the dream horizon,
Twinkleton gently guided Olivia back to her section of the dreamscape,
Promising to reunite with her soon.
And there they bid farewell,
Twinkleton leaving her with a heart full of happiness,
And a hope as bright as the stars themselves.
She would never forget their adventure together that night.
As she awoke,
The echoes of one of the dream rivers followed her back,
Echoing from one realm to the next.
From that night on,
Whenever Olivia wanted to meet back up with Twinkleton,
She followed his stardust directions.
And just like that,
They'd be back together again,
Embarking once more on a fabulous adventure.
Twinkleton kept his promise,
As Olivia knew he would,
And each time she thought their adventures together couldn't get any better,
He surprised her once more.
As the years passed,
The tale of Twinkleton was passed on to Olivia's children,
Back in the waking realm,
In the form of little bedtime stories.
Her sweet children were in awe of the words that came out of their mother's mouth,
And they understood that,
On some level,
They weren't just stories at all.
And they were right,
Of course,
As small children so often are.
Tell us more,
Mama,
They would say,
Listening to her tales.
Tell us everything you remember about Twinkleton.
And so,
Let the tale of Twinkleton and Olivia spark your imagination tonight.
There's a dream friend waiting out there for all of us,
A dream companion to guide us through the night,
And,
Whenever you're ready to meet your one,
He or she will be waiting for you.
Just set the intent,
Wish upon a star,
And you'll surely be blessed,
In much the same way,
Olivia was,
All those years ago.
Until we meet again then,
Fellow dream weaver,
Sleep well,
For the dream realms are calling you now,
Reaching out with their gentle touch,
Goodnight to you,
And sweet dreams.
