Color of my dream

In my dream,
things are strange.
You look out into the sunset,
the water grazes your toes,
birds cry a peaceful note.
Things change.
Snow covers the ground,
trees stand still and empty,
the wind sends you a chill.
Things change.
Leaves cover the ground,
pumpkins bare faces,
the feast begins.
Things change.
Nothing makes sense.
Its dark.
Its quiet.
Its lonely.
Things change.
There are swirls,
colors,
strange markings,
everywhere.
Is this still my dream?
My strange dream?
When will I awake,
from the colors of my dream?