gotta figure this out

"Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming in color."

These are beautiful places and magical lands

Grass grows a brilliant violet
And they imagine themselves running through fields barefoot
Until the soles of their feet match the grass

Trees walk with them, hand in branch
Telling stories of times long forgotten
The sagas of the heroic and the lyrics of epic love
And the leaves turn gold and orange but never fall

The sun always shines
Red hot during the day so they can eat ice cream
Bright blue at night so the monsters stay in the closet
While stars blaze blue like the sun and almost close enough to reach

Yet their dream always ends
Sudden gray clouds warn them that their little bodies have betrayed them with waking
And they wake to a world that their pain keeps black and white
Where each has their own, very real monster