The bag with orange and white stripes was the stuff of dreams.
A dream is something unreal.
It floats around in the night air.
Floating through the night in the sky.

So high as the top of a castle.
And as far as the eye of the land.
The unutterably awful stillness.
Is released, and at once the realms of dream.

Are welcomed and explored.
With fears and ambiguities.