Some people like me, some may not. I can be cold, or I can be hot. Maybe I can smell of Lavender. I am not animate, so I may not wander. I can ease your pain. And still you can gain. What am I?

I’m brown and hairy, but not an animal. I’m filled with water, but I never drink.

Light or heavy go to town, Turn to smiles each every frown, Laughter, giggles, thrill, and glee, As one goes up and one goes down

I guard the sea's treasure, a fortress so small, Echoes lull within my spiral hall.

By night I wander through your head, by day I lead the path you tread. One fades with dawn, one pushes far, what am I that guides who you are?