The world of Dreams....

I hear them now..
chanting....
calling me...
yes I feel it...

Who was I kidding?

Apparently not them.
But who are they? What is this music I hear? Why does it caputre me in it's words? Words I can not even understand? Yet somewhere I inside of me I can hear them, feel them..

Let there voice fill my soul...
Or is it just filling the void of a lost memory?

I awake from my bed and sit up. The room is much larger than I remember it. The walls are are white marble. Infact this is not my bed. It is a four poster victorian bed with red sheets and draipery. I look to my right to see three huge window, covered by the same red curtains. I throw the sheets off of me, and stand up out of the bed. I look down, and reveal that I am already dressed. I have a white shirt on, with blue pants. I am wearing black leather boots and a blue coar, trimmed with gold lining. I touch my ear to feel an earing, where one should not have been. I slowly walk towards the window to try and make some understanding about where I am. The world is not like the one I left when I closed my eyes. The only thing that is similar is the fullmoon staring down upon me...

...what place is this?
...what strange fantasy has lead me here?
...Is this my escape?