Poem -
My dream
I wake up with a start,
through my chest I feel my beating heart.
I look around and realize it was just a dream,
I'm back in reality, so it may seem.
I may back down and shut my eyes,
I hope they don't hear my cries.
My mom comes in and asks my dreams we're pleasant,
I don't tell her about my mental descent.
Everyone tries to make me happy,
but it makes me feel even more crappy.Â
At school, I receive many stares,
because they don't know what my life means.
Fir you can't sell dreams,
to those who has walked the path of nightmares.
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Comments
When you comment, tell me if a nightmare or a dream you've had before.Â
I once had a dream where I was laying in bed, I woke up and saw there were no doors and only one window. The room was empty except for the bed and me. I got up and the bed vanished. I went to the window and saw my whole family in the car about to move. I started banging on the window and they didn't hear me. Then the car started to fly and it flew up to my window and I saw the car had a snarling face. It roared and broke the window. The car ate me and when I opened my eyes in the dream again, I was sitting in the back seat of the car. I looked out the window and saw many other cars on the road, except, no one was in them. I told my parents in the car with me and they turned around. They had no face. I screamed in my dream and woke up hyperventilating. This happened when I was around 8 years old. That dream has stuck with me to the age of 14. I wonder what the dream could've meant.
If you check out my poem 'Daemons' it is about the worst nightmare I've ever had that I'm still not sure if it was completely a nightmare and not somewhat real. Great write, I really enjoy your writing...and the fact that you're so young I'm so excited to see how you grow! :)
xxxLily
Thank you!
There's a man I love. I don't feel fear consciously. It forms into nightmares I rarely remember. This one I remember clear as crystal. There's a man I love. His eyes make me weak at the knees. He always holds me close in a hug as if it's the last he'll give me. In this nightmare, I feel myself pinned. As I look around, I see I'm strapped to a table. I see the man I love strapped to another table not too far away. He turns to me, crying. It pains me to see those beautiful, chocolatey eyes create those waterfalls. I look around and see a different man. He looks at me like he won. He looks at me like he knew something. He looks at me like he owns me. It sends a chill down my spine, which was quickly replaced by hot pain as I hear my loved scream at someone to stop. I see the man stop and walk to him. The man I love takes what was obviously meant for me. All I can do is beg, scream and cry. I thrash and a scratch and I swear but he ignores me now. Soon the man I love is let go. He looks at me, crying and beaten. He says to me "How could you just lay there? If you couldn't even get up, you are not mine." He leaves and leaves me with the torture man. That one turns to me, now morphing his form to appear as my love as he's about to hurt me once more. Then I wake up...and I ask if my love still loves me. He says yes and holds me close. He knows the nightmare. I always tell him when I have it.
Oh, wow. That's, just, oh god. It would suck to have such a horrible dream like that. I mean, I enjoy having nightmares, but not like that. But at least it's a happy ending when you wake up. I feel like it might mean that you love him, but you feel like if there's an issue, you won't be able to save him. He'll save you, but you fear he'll leave you because you couldn't help him. At least, that's my interpretation of your dream. Sometimes I enjoy finding the meanings behind dreams.