THE EAST WIND

Are we lulled into dreams? Or into reality? Is there a nether world in between? A ten-year-old boy goes to bed . His mother comes up to him and wraps a blanket on him and he slips into a dream… A dream that is frightening and unpleasant -- almost a nightmare. He tries hard to wriggle out of the dream. Just then, his mother walks into the room again and pulls the blanket over him. The boy returns to his dream. Or is it reality? Or is it a third state of being neither in dream nor in reality?