Hello beautiful souls,
This is June Bee,
And welcome to an amazing night's sleep.
Thanks for being here for another in the series Bedtime Tales with June Bee.
Tonight we will be exploring a mysterious and magical place.
A place where your forgotten dreams are safely kept.
The Library of Forgotten Dreams.
Together,
We will wander its golden halls,
Open its glowing books,
And maybe even step inside one.
So let's get into your favourite sleeping position,
Making sure you are comfortable.
Close your eyes,
Relax your muscles,
And slowly imagine yourself melting into the bed.
Now let's go to your breathing,
Slowing down the heart rate,
And let's take some nourishing breaths together.
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Last time,
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Settle in now,
Relax and get comfortable.
Listen to the sound of my voice,
If your mind wanders,
It's okay,
Bring it back to the sound of my voice.
Let go of everything that has happened today,
And let's go on our journey together.
Imagine you are standing before an ancient doorway,
Carved in stone,
High,
Almost ominous,
And arched,
Covered in symbols that shimmer faintly in the soft and creamy moonlight.
This is no ordinary door,
This is the sacred entrance to a place you have been to before in your dreams,
Called the Library of Forgotten Dreams.
The huge wooden doors slowly creak open,
With shimmering stardust floating all around you,
Revealing a vast and almost endless hall,
Bathed in silver and gold shimmering light.
The air smells faintly of old books,
Sandalwood,
Starlight and endless possibilities.
You slowly step inside,
The ceiling stretches so high above,
That you can't see the top.
It melts into the sky,
Disappearing into twinkling constellations,
Painting across the darkened dome.
Row upon row of towering shelves,
Stretching way up,
Filled with,
It seems like,
Endless,
Glowing books.
Each one hums softly,
A familiar sweet and comforting tune when you get close to it,
Like it is inviting you in,
Like it is almost alive.
You notice that the shelves are not dusty or tired,
They are vibrant and alive,
With bursting colour,
As though every dream is still pulsing with energy,
Waiting to be chosen and ultimately remembered.
As you gently float between the shelves,
Your hand brushes against the spine of these glowing books.
Each one is yours.
Each book contains a dream that you once dreamt.
Some you have long forgotten,
Some that are waiting for you to rediscover.
You pause before a shelf,
Where one book shines brighter than any of the others.
It almost calls to you,
Come here and open me,
Humming gently in your ear.
You reach out and pull the book free.
The cover is warm beneath your hands,
And as you run your fingertips over the cover,
It feels so familiar,
As though it recognises you.
As you open it,
A golden light pours out,
Surrounding you completely.
You are immersed with a feeling of something familiar,
Of comfort,
Of adventure,
And ultimately,
Excitement.
The words inside come alive as you view them,
Words not written in ink,
Instead dancing in streams of light all around you.
They tell you the timeless story of a dream you once dreamt,
A dream that has not left you,
Though your waking mind may have let it slip into your memory.
And then,
Something magical happens.
The pages begin to dissolve into sparks of light,
Rising all around you.
The air grows warmer,
Softer,
And suddenly,
You are no longer reading the dream.
You are stepping into it.
The shelves of the library fade,
And you find yourself standing in a dreamscape of your own creation.
So many possibilities come to mind.
Perhaps you are flying high above the clouds.
Perhaps you are walking through a garden of glowing,
Beautifully scented flowers.
Perhaps you are meeting someone you once loved.
Or,
Perhaps you are discovering a place you have never seen before.
Whatever unfolds,
Trust it.
You are safe,
You are guided,
And you are free to explore.
Remember,
In your dreams,
You are limitless.
As you wander this dream,
You know that you can return to this library whenever you wish.
The door will always be there,
Welcoming,
Waiting for you,
Holding every dream you've ever had,
And every dream yet to come.
You feel at ease,
Fully relaxed and happy.
You explore everything in your dream right now,
And the joy you feel knows no bounds.
Time stands still,
And you explore to your heart's content.
And now,
After some time,
Gently,
Slowly,
The dreamscape begins to fade.
You are lovingly lifted back into the golden library,
The glowing book closing softly in your hands.
You lovingly place it back on the shelf,
And as you do,
You notice that the entire library seems to shimmer,
Brighter,
As though grateful for your visit.
The great doors open once more,
And you step outside,
Carrying with you the knowledge that none of your dreams are ever truly lost.
They wait,
Patiently,
Ready to be rediscovered.
So as you drift now into deep sleep,
Imagine yourself returning to your dream library any night you care to.
Stepping through the doors,
Choosing a glowing book,
And allowing yourself to live it fully.
You fly,
Run,
Dance,
Laugh,
Play,
And wander wherever your soul wishes.
And if you begin to lucid dream,
Smile,
Because you already know the way.
Remember,
Dreams are whispers from your soul.
They never truly vanish,
Only wait to be remembered.
So rest well now,
Beautiful soul.
May your dreams tonight be vivid,
Magical,
And deeply nourishing.
I'm not sure about you,
I'm getting sleepy even thinking about it,
So I'm ready to let go fully and surrender to sleep.
Thanks for joining me tonight,
And as you slowly drift away,
Have yourself a great night's sleep.
And looking forward to seeing you again,
For another in the series of bedtime tales with June B.
Good night.
