There is an image looking over your shoulder.  Don't fall asleep. Not now, not too soon.

Not before your season comes again. The sleeping season. 

Another time may free you of the mystery and you may sail, sail away.

How odd, how strange. If you wish to stay, you need help, but you don't want help. You want to go away. 

How strange. How is this working out for you?

Someone is there gesturing over your shoulder. But you must sleep.

Soon you will. 

And all images will finally go away.

You dream of keeping your important appointments in dreamland.