Walking slowly through the valley of rest 
Seemingly unnoticed by the powers of life 
To identify the meaning of my dreams. 
The rocks in the shades are witnesses 
Of my remaining depressingly 
As I kept on going just to stop at a well. 
Entering the well 
I felt like 
Christ At his descent down to hell. 
Observed by creatures while intruding their realm 
With my soul burning and my mind confused 
I went on in this maze of darkness 
Driven onward by powers unseen 
The impending nearness of the 
Prince of 
Death I passed the broken well of my dreams. 
Reimparting strength into my inmost self, 
And Accepting dreams as a means of resistance. 
Entering the well 
I felt like 
Christ At his descent down to hell.