I don’t know why, but I really wanted to transcribe Harry Styles’ Calm sleep story. So I did.
(It is very hard to take dictation of a story meant to make you sleepy, fyi.)
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“Dream With Me”
Harry Styles for Calm
Hello, I’m Harry Styles, and tonight, I’m going to help you drift off to sleep with some soothing words and calming music. A sleep story just for you. With all the busyness of your day, I know how hard it can be to get to sleep, so thank you for choosing this story to help you. I wish you a wonderful night’s sleep.
So, make yourself comfortable, take a deep breath in…and then out. In…and then out. And when you’re ready, close your eyes.
Have you ever wondered
what happens when you sleep?
Where you go, and what you feel?
The places that you seek?
When you start to drift away,
your mind becomes a book
that writes itself, then fades away
before you wake to look.
Tonight, we’re going to think about
anything you’d like;
so first let’s visualize some scenes
to see us through the night.
Settle back and clear your mind—
we’re heading somewhere special;
beyond the world of consciousness
to places more celestial.
I’d like you to imagine now
you’re there beneath the stars
which, when you pause to think about it,
actually, you are.
As you focus on the darkness
right before your eyes,
fill the scene with glinting lights
to emulate night skies.
Think about the things you cherish most
and those you love,
and then, allow yourself
to be embraced from up above.
The power of the universe
meanders through your mind;
so come with me, and let’s see
what the two of us can find.
Let’s travel now to moonlit valleys
blanketed with heather;
the kind of landscape you and I
could dream about forever.
Imagine lazing on the ground,
succumbing to the charms
of blades of grass we now caress
with fingertips and palms.
A gentle scent of cedarwood
is floating on the breeze;
a gift from Mother Nature
and her nearby cedar trees.
We’re gazing at the night sky now,
marvelling at infinity;
so, allow your mind to wander
to a peaceful new vicinity.
Picture this: a rich, green forest
damp with morning dew;
inhale the morning air
as we explore, just me and you.
Leaves create mosaics
in every shade of green
as gentle birdsong mingles
with the babbling of a stream.
Dappled sepia sunlight
cuts through branches overhead
as dewdrops fall from leaf to leaf
like glistening strands of thread.
The dewdrops finally coalesce
forming satin beads;
occasionally they kiss our cheeks
small pleasures quenching needs.
Holding hands, we stroll
until we chance upon a brook;
its cool, clear water
mirroring our faces as we look.
The shimmering reflection
shows us smiling from above;
the word we think, but dare not speak,
is L-O-V-E, love.
Now we snuggle on a raft,
and drift for endless hours
as willow trees sway in the breeze
and blossoms fall in showers.
Gently swaying to and fro,
we look up at the sky
and watch the clouds above us
forming shapes as they pass by.
The wisps of cloud swirl slowly,
tinged with tangerine and pink;
and as they fade, the sunset
gives us cause to muse and think
of places we should visit,
and oceans we could cross;
for some who wander through this world
there’s grace in being lost.
Passing by a waterfall,
our thoughts sway to and fro,
and time begins to fade and blur
beneath the moon’s pale glow.
A symphony of tumbling water
lulls and mesmerizes;
nature’s soundtrack to our dreams
assumes so many guises.
Strolling on a sidewalk now,
as rain begins to fall;
its gentle pitter-patter
holds us deep within its thrall.
The raindrops rhythm briefly slows,
then intensifies;
peaceful and benevolent,
a gift from moonlit skies.
The fragrance that the rain creates
upon the concrete surface
inspires yet relaxes us
and focuses our purpose:
to shift our minds to neutral,
allow our thoughts to drift,
and recognize the rainfall
as a mesmerizing gift.
Sheltering beneath a porch,
we watch the rain pour down;
though now the time has come
to leave this dreamy, moonlit town.
A gentle breeze wafts through the trees
and causes leaves to stir;
and then the rain relents and fades
as time begins to blur.
We find ourselves upon a shoreline,
lounging by a lake
while crickets chirp in nearby reeds;
it’s hard to stay awake.
The scene feels like a watercolor—
soft, diluted tones—
as looking down we see each other,
laughing, skimming stones.
The stones skip on the gleaming lake
and ripples start to form;
and though the sun has dipped from view,
we feel content and warm.
Herons drift on thermals
high above a sun-bleached pier;
and in the trees beyond the lake,
we glimpse a passing deer.
Strands of cloud unfurl like ribbons
in the orange sky
mirrored on the lake now
like a painted butterfly.
In the distance, mountains beckon,
capped with pristine snow;
the kind of sight that dreams evoke
when hearts and minds let go.
Contemplating nothingness,
a scene takes place before us;
and as it sharpens in our thoughts,
we hear a distant chorus.
The dampened sound of silence
that only snow can bring
surrounds us with its calming vibes
and touches us within.
Glistening snowflakes fall in flurries,
mountain rivers freeze;
the powdery slopes look beautiful
and fresh snow dusts the trees.
Somehow now, we’re in a cabin,
taking in this view
as a fire crackles in the corner
just for me and you.
We linger for a moment…
or maybe it’s been hours?
For when we blink and look again,
a vista swathed in flowers.
Another destination lulls us
closer now, it seems,
perhaps it’s real…
or just another chapter in our dreams.
Drifting in and out of sleep,
our thoughts take us elsewhere:
to an island fringed by swaying palms,
lush beyond compare.
A path winds through the mangroves
towards a distant beach
that underlines the turquoise ocean
now within our reach.
Eventually, we feel the powdery sand
right beneath our feet;
the sun above now blessing us
with gentle, soothing heat.
We hear the lilting sound of surf
breaking up ahead,
while spiral shells and pearly shards
determine where we tread.
Finally, a lapping wave
engulfs our sandy feet;
it seems to pause and ruminate,
then gradually retreat.
We dig our toes in cool, wet sand,
then sit and face the sea
and let the sand wash over us…
Alone, just you and me.
Staring at the nothingness
that stretches on forever,
our thoughts dovetail and unify—
in tune, two minds together.
As minutes turn to hours,
we drift off somewhere new
and visualize a stairway
to a door we now walk through.
Imagine now a meadow
on a balmy afternoon;
birds and bees and rustling trees
create a summer tune.
Flanked by fields of sunflowers,
hand-in-hand we walk
as the gentle sound of nature
surrounds us while we talk.
The sunflowers give the scenery
a warm and golden hue
while hazy sunshine softens
out idyllic, rustic view.
As we roam past hedgerows,
a farmhouse sits alone;
its open shutters pressed against
uneven walls of stone.
A garden winds around the house
and daisies poke through grass;
a bench that’s lived through countless summers
creaks as we walk past.
We wonder if the house is empty—
once loved, but no longer;
the thought of passing time inspires
a feeling that grows stronger.
This feeling washes over us,
lost between a sigh;
and as the sun begins to set,
we stop and wonder why.
Brevity caresses us
and pulls you close to me,
then the scene begins to fade
on new reality.
Deeper, gradually deeper,
we drift and now transcend
to unfamiliar places
too surreal to comprehend.
Slowly we capitulate,
as sleep begins to call;
entwined in dreams and shifting scenes,
we drift and gently fall.
Friendly faces, glorious places,
things we hope to do
intertwine with snapshots,
some of me and some of you.
Moonlit valleys, verdant forests,
gazing at the ocean,
summer meadows, tranquil sunsets—
steeped in pure emotion.
The tenderness we feel when we are close—
two minds as one—
surrounds us and connects us,
but we’ve only just begun.
For now, we dream together
of all there is to follow
and know that sleep will keep us safe
from now until tomorrow.
Maybe all the memories
that we’ve gathered here tonight
are all dreams now remembered
or wishes in plain sight.
No matter what, they’re with us now
for this night and forever;
and every time we close our eyes
they’re yours and mine to treasure.
Goodnight,
and sleep well.
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© Calm App, written by Steve Cleverley/Sanj Sen
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