What is it that lies beneath?
Under the dreamers comfort of the physical blanket, that brings warmth and contentedness.
In a realm of deep night where the impossible is possible.
Where lost souls can be found once again.
Where death can never quite catch us.
Where sometimes life as we know it, is better in this state of being.
As opposed to the waking dawn that draws us back from our fantastic journeys in the realms of our inner sanctum.
To break from beneath the surface of our subconcsious enigmas which never quite reach waking life.

(The thing that is really hiding are the dreams which we dream and how they fade away upon waking)