Fantastical Night In The Enchanted Forest: Sleep Story

Magical adventures await you in tonight's fantasy sleep story and guided bedtime meditation.

You are listening to The Fantastical Night and in this story you will be swept out of the mundane and carried on the wings of your imagination to a land of mystical creatures and spellbinding beauty.

In the heart of an enchanted forest in medieval times,

Seemingly common events are revealed to be magical celebrations.

Beneath the silvery light of a full moon,

You track along a sparkling turquoise brook and encounter fairies and will-o'-the-wisps and unicorns.

And most importantly,

You rediscover the magic is inside of you.

It's time to dream away.

I would like to welcome you to Michelle's Sanctuary.

I am Michelle and as you are listening to this story,

Please think of my voice as that of a trusted friend and sleep fairy,

Who is here to help you find bliss and rest at the end of your day.

You have earned this time for healing and to use your imagination for the greater good,

I am here to help you cross over the bridge from your waking life to your dreaming life,

Where we know that anything is possible.

So find a place where you may get cozy and safely fall asleep.

At any point in the story,

Should sleep back into you.

You are free to let go of my voice and ride the wave of tiredness that leads to the shores of sleep.

You are free to do anything you like right now.

Because this is your time and your journey and in every moment you are creating your own life story.

You can feel and be anything you like right now.

If you have not exercised your imagination in this way in some time and it feels silly,

Then welcome silliness,

Welcome joy,

And welcome anything that makes you feel fantastic.

You are born into this life as a magical being,

With your body performing functions beyond human understanding for most of history.

May you always remember that magic exists inside of you,

Which means magic also exists inside everything else.

Sink into your bed and let your eyelids fall upon your tired eyes,

Shutting like the colorful wooden shutters of a medieval cottage.

You are shutting out the noise and world around you.

Deep in the sanctuary of your mind,

You are now removed from judgement and limitations.

Anything is possible in this new landscape.

And you let your mind float along like a graceful paintbrush dripping with vibrant watercolor paint on the blank canvas of your mind.

Take in a deep breath and let your breath be the vehicle that transports you to a new world.

Your belly rises and your breath turns into a yawn before you exhale.

Purse your lips together as if blowing through a straw.

Let go of any thoughts no longer serving you as these unwanted thoughts ride your breath.

Inhale again and when you exhale,

Envision that you are blowing away the white fluffy seeds of a dandelion clock.

You visualize the hundreds of feathery florets taking flight in the spring air across a lush green mountain valley surrounded by snow capped mountains.

They are lively and you hear a whisper that says,

Come join us.

You accept this warm invitation and find yourself floating over spring meadows and wildflowers.

You drift over the rolling hills towards a rainbow that appears over the valley.

You float upon the colorful rainbow beams and suddenly you are traveling through time.

You soar through historic moments that have meaning to you and they appear like holograms in the vibrant multi-hued light.

Dashing through time,

Your body tingles from head to toe.

You are free of any tension.

You feel fluid and light.

You feel joyous and your face erupts in a warm smile.

Your wind-swept hair travels behind you like blades of silky grass billowing in the mountain air.

Soon the weightless sensation of light is replaced with a tug of gravity that wraps around you like a weighted blanket.

It guides you towards a new earth that is familiar and yet in many ways unexpected.

You suddenly find yourself in a dark and quiet forest beneath a starry night sky.

The earth is so dark below that the silver stars appear to shine brighter against the navy blue velvety canvas of night.

The earth is so dark below that the silver stars appear to shine brighter against the navy blue velvety canvas of night than you have witnessed in your waking life.

The shadowy trees are blue-black silhouettes in the opalescent light of the full moon.

You travel with two companions,

A beautiful creature the size of a stuffed animal with the loyalty and happiness of a small dog.

She has long silky golden fur that shimmers and cascades down her fuzzy legs.

She is otherworldly and curious and lead your trio by sniffing at the earth ahead of you.

She bears the namesake of someone who has inspired you most in your waking life.

Your other companion is a snow white horse,

Properly fitted with a saddle.

You hold her glittering reins in your hand and you feel the textured fabric in your firm grip.

And she is named after someone who has helped you become a better person in your waking life.

Someone who has encouraged you to go beyond any limitations or self-doubt you have had.

You are dressed in the clothes of another time,

Wrapped in a velvet cape with a silk lining that is in your favorite color.

This color empowers and enlivens you.

With each graceful step,

The cape rides on the breeze and the lining ripples like a fresh water stream cast in the light of the moon.

Your boots step on the damp and cloud-like mossy earth.

In the coolness of the night,

The air is its freshest and cleanest.

Each inhalation is like a sip of crisp spring water,

Purifying you deeply within.

A soft lavender gray mist hovers above the earth and wraps around the gnarly tree trunks in generous hugs.

You feel it rise to your face and the cool droplets land on your skin and add to this dreamy sensation you feel as you walk through the woods.

The branches blow in the breeze and the leaves rustle.

They cast grand purple-y shadows on the emerald green forest floor.

Fireflies dance through the shadows and your path is aglow with their electric yellow orbs.

Deeper in the forest,

You see glowing lights in an array of pastel hues that you realize cannot be fireflies.

They are larger and more varied and they travel at a speedier pace.

Some create streaks of light across the dark backdrop like dancing glow sticks spun by children during summer's peak.

Your smaller companion runs ahead,

Emitting a sound that is like an excited bark and a melodic song in one.

You lead your horse towards the pastel rainbow glowing objects and then realize that you are surrounded by fairies.

At first your presence is unnoticed,

But then they begin to fly closer.

They whisper among one another before circling you.

Their wings have the colorful,

Intricate designs found on butterfly wings and when you get closer,

You become mesmerized by the artistic patterns.

You admire their delicate hands that move upon the air with the same speed of their wings in this sacred forest and in this time in history,

The world is a much quieter place.

And in the deep silence,

You can hear the softest patter of their wings on the invigorating night air.

The aroma of the rich earth and sweetness of decaying leaves is overwhelmed by the fragrant aroma of honeysuckle and sweet nectar that comes from the flutter of fairies.

You are soothed by their perfume and captivated by their delicate features and while they whisper and converse with one another in a melodic language that you do not understand,

You intuitively know that they are speaking in your best interest.

A fairy that glows in chartreuse light,

Much like the depictions of Tinkerbell,

Flutters before you at the level of your heart.

You feel a warm glow in your heart center and a wave of light flows through your veins and arteries,

Warming you and tingling at the same time.

You feel your body in complete alignment from head to toe.

You can trace your own life force flowing through you.

When the fairy speaks to you,

How can we help you?

She inquires.

In the deep stillness of the forest,

Having traveled quite some way already,

You begin to think about what you most desire.

Happiness,

Inner peace,

Sleep,

Sweet dreams.

Perhaps you wish to feel magic in every day and the curiosity you once experienced when the world was a new place.

Perhaps you need help in envisioning a life that better suits you.

Perhaps you need help answering questions that pop up in your mind.

You take a moment,

Knowing that deep questions require proper time to answer,

And you tell the empathetic fairy what you need help with.

It may very well be more than one thing.

You may have an abundant list,

But that's okay.

This is your time to ask for what you need.

And with whatever you describe,

She listens along with her sisterly tribe,

Sending you love and compassion.

And when you are done confiding in her,

With a slight of hand and a snap of her fingers,

She expresses that help is on the way.

She whispers,

Stay true to yourself and listen to what feels right along the way.

Guidance will come when you ask.

And behind the scenes,

Someone is always helping.

The fairy surrounds you and your horse and tiny companion in a glowing circle that rises and falls like a strand of holiday lights billowing on the breeze.

You are showered with kisses of fairies before they gradually fly away,

Spreading out through the forest like a galaxy of colorful stars.

The chartreuse fairy flutters near your ear one last time and whispers,

Remember,

Even if you feel alone on your quest,

Help is there if you simply ask.

She then takes flight and streaks through the dark trees until you can no longer see her.

In the distance you hear a babbling brook and an internal voice urges you to follow this calming sound.

Your tiny companion leads the way and her lustrous coat of fur reflects the moonlight to help guide you through the darkness.

Your horse patiently follows when you guide her rein and step carefully through a bramble of rose bushes that are in full bloom.

You notice dewy droplets on the silken crimson petals and they appear like translucent drops of molten silver.

You pause and look closer.

Within the reflective droplets you see different versions of yourself throughout your life.

You see the side of you that has humor and laughs and finds joy.

You see the side of yourself that is forever growing and changing through time.

You see yourself giving love.

You see yourself exploring something that you have wanted to explore for some time.

Perhaps that something is this enchanted forest.

Your tiny companion looks back with imploring eyes.

They reveal trust and an instinct to always make sure that you are nearby.

As the sound of the babbling stream crescendos,

It is joined by the song of tree frogs and the chirps of crickets.

You walk past a den where a fawn sleeps with her mother.

They are both curled up like cats on a sofa.

The ivory dots that freckle the fawn's shiny auburn fur reflect the magical moonlight that casts the enchanted forest in silver luminescence.

Willow wisps dance around the gurgling,

Glittering turquoise bioluminescent stream.

They appear as sapphire spheres with willowy wings that dance in the darkness with the grace of ballerinas.

Larger than the fairies,

Their arms and legs move as if treading water and clouds of glitter are left in their wake.

The willow wisps represent your past lives and guide you in the right direction.

They remind you of the healing that has already taken place and you are instilled with a deep sense that you do not need to relive the moments of your past you wish to surrender.

You walk towards the glistening ebony rocks of the bank of the stream and dip your fingers into the cold,

Twinkling water.

Your tiny companion balances on the slippery rocks and then accidentally falls into the stream.

You laugh spontaneously.

Before you help her to the bank,

The water cleanses you of the day and as you splash it on your face,

It washes away things that you no longer wish to carry.

You feel the water trickle down your cheeks and land on your lips.

You taste the pure,

Clean droplets that carry the freshness of recently melted ice flowing out of a glacier.

You absorb the wisdom of your past and one by one the will of the wisps begin to float away to the expanse of night sky.

They have illuminated all that you have survived and reminded you of your inner fortitude.

You no longer need to rummage in the past,

Even when future events trigger their memories.

You may simply re-envision the glowing sapphire will of the wisps floating into the vast universe like floating paper lanterns set free into the night.

Your tiny furry companion continues southerly downstream,

Shaking off water droplets from her coat every few steps before she is completely dry.

Your horse still loyally follows behind until you come to a clearing in the magical forest.

The brook empties into a mystical lake and the shoreline is peppered with half-timbered medieval cottages.

The candy-colored homes feature dark brown wood beams that crisscross like the laces of your well-worn leather boots.

Seeing their presence makes you long for home.

You feel nostalgia for the many places you have called home.

And then you remember that home is wherever you go.

You lead your horse towards the lake and she takes a sip from the crystalline blue water.

The full moon reflects off the lake.

Magnanimous and bright,

The glowing orb occupies the center of the water.

You hear the thud of hooves behind you and you turn to see a herd of unicorns has gathered around the shore.

Your horse first turns her attention to them and you follow her gaze.

The unicorn's horns point towards the stars and they look like twisted rainbow licorice.

Each unicorn has a colorful mane that flows like corn silk in hues of orchid purple and teal and silver and rose gold.

Your tiny companion runs to them and laps around their strong muscular legs and silver hooves.

But your attention remains on your horse.

In a silent exchange between the unicorns and your faithful horse,

You realize a message is being communicated.

You look past the thick black lashes of your horse and into her cold black eyes.

You place your hands above her wet black nose and stroke her velvety muzzle.

Her eyes become black mirrors that reflect the glowing rainbow horns of the unicorns.

She nays and points her muzzle towards you,

Resting it on your shoulder before she nudges you.

Your tiny companion is at your feet and jumps onto your shins.

You realize that the horse wants you to climb atop her back for a ride.

Her insistence is both inspired and urgent and you bow down so your tiny companion can jump into the crook of your arm.

The horse kneels onto the pebbled beach and you slip your leg over her and settle into the saddle.

She looks to the unicorns one last time before she nays and begins to trot around the perimeter of the lake.

The night air graces your face and wind swept hair.

Cool,

Crisp,

A reminder that you are vibrant and alive.

The horse continues to accelerate,

Running so quickly along the shore that you feel she could take flight.

And then she bravely runs towards the water and with total faith you trust her.

Her hooves grace the shallow water and then suddenly her harness and saddle dissolve into stardust,

Floating down towards the lake like burning embers and sparks of a campfire being put out.

You can hear them sizzle and hiss when they land in the cool lake.

And as your horse glides across the water,

She begins to ascend towards the firmament as she expands her once hidden wings.

For your horse is not a horse at all.

She is a majestic pegasus and her wide,

Strong,

Feathery wings take flight.

She soars with complete confidence.

Her all-along-year pegasus had concealed her magical beauty to fit into expectations.

It took a journey through an enchanted forest for her to realize that her uniqueness was her most special gift.

As you soar high above the medieval villages and castles below,

You feel the parts of you that are unique and magical awaken.

You envision a dreamscape on this fortuitous night where you may ride the waves of dreams of possibilities that arrive when you embrace these parts of yourself.

You free yourself of the cape and watch it float towards the beautiful valley like a parachute.

And as you let go,

This article will find someone who needs it most,

As it no longer serves you.

You are free to soar uncovered as the night kisses your skin and you rise higher and higher up.

From land to the night sky appeared to be a solid indigo black,

But as you get closer,

You find you are gliding through streams of magenta and amethyst and turquoise and cobalt blue.

You realize that nothing is quite as it seems.

Perspective colors everything.

You shoot your heart towards the moon and the pegasus leads you in ascension higher and higher up.

The silver,

Grey and charcoal lunar craters of the moon reveal the face of a woman.

She smiles kindly down on you and you start to feel tired.

The moonbeams become a projector on the night sky and in this projection you see yourself tucked into bed,

Content in a deep sleep.

The blankets to cover you rise and fall like the waves on a lake,

Undulating from the breath that comes from your sleeping body.

The image fades away and you are suddenly dressed in your pajamas perched on the pegasus with your tiny companion.

Sleepiness creeps in and your body feels the splendor and soft burn that comes after an adventurous,

Well lived day.

Your tiny companion snuggles against your belly and yawns.

The woman in the moon blows a cloud of sleeping dust at you and it falls on you like delicate snowflakes,

Glittering and pure.

You are ready to surrender to sleep and the pegasus guides you through the night back to the nearby lakeside village.

Your arms hug around her neck and your tiny companion is tucked within the curve of your ribs as you lean forward.

You lie above the thatched roof of a stone cottage and the roof magically opens up.

You slip off the pegasus and drift down,

Down,

Down towards a bed.

You softly land on a handmade quilt and mountain of downy pillows.

Your pegasus takes off proudly towards the sky,

Eager to explore the night.

You see the woman in the moon and she winks at you and whispers,

Good night.

The thatched roof reseals itself and you are now in the safe darkness of the medieval stone cottage.

You peel back the covers and relish the weight of the quilt that makes you feel as secure as a swaddled baby.

Your tiny companion cuddles next to you and falls quickly to sleep and you close your eyes and find yourself drifting across the magical bridge to your sleeping life.

You surrender to the beautiful dreams to come,

Bringing reminders of the uniqueness and magic that has been with you throughout this life.

Once a spark,

It now has the strength to burn as brightly as the enchanted moon.

And I am going to count you down to the night of healing,

Tender sleep that awaits.

Ten,

Nine,

Eight,

Seven,

Six,

Five,

Four,

Three,

Two,

One.

Finding bliss,

Finding peace,

Finding enchantment,

Finding sleep.

It's time to dream away.

Good night.