A place

There is a place I know and visit every day in my dreams.
A place where a vibrant green stem flows from the earth portraying a flower with five bright white petals that fade to crimson red in the center.
A place where the sky is deep and violet and there is no sun but there is light.
Trees with unknown precious fruit growing from blue vines.
A place where a field of white soft feathers lay peacefully on the ground waiting to be slept on by us.
But i don't like that place,
you should not like that place.
What if i told you that the place has a wall of sharp lethal thorns surrounding it.
And what if i told you the blood those thorns take from you feed it to the vibrant white flowers whose scarlet center
attracts your human eyes.
 when you touch this flower Indigo vines from the venomous trees capture you and feed you fruit of the dead.
What if I told you that when they let you go, you stumble on a field of white feathers each feather taken from an angel that died in this place.
What if I told you it wasn't a dream, but reality instead.
Would you run and hide?
Or would you let the violet sky swallow you whole and make you apart of this place.
Would you let it happen to you like I let it happen to me?