The cloud.. Toward the end of all my dreams I could see this lone cloud in the sky.. But it was no ordinary cloud.. This cloud was full of colors.. Almost as if a child painted it in the sky.. So beautiful it was.. Bolts of lightning emittied from it.. Each bolt was also a different color also.. This was a beautiful serenity to me, a sort of beauty I could return to.. When My dreams became nightmares I could look to the sky for this cloud and know that everything will be ok.. In the night sky this colorfilled cloud would light up the sky like the silver pale moon.. This aura of colors is my dream-peace.. A creation from my mind to my soul.. That everything is going to be ok.. Just look to the sky..