Dreamsight (Age 18)

Part of it is a dream, part of it is what I wished was a dream. Talks about the line between illusion and reality.

I am driving, cold and slippery,
Dark. The windshield pours,
Brake, the wheels slide on,
Gravel breaking any friction,
Ploughing through a sign,
A sign I never took heed of.
I am dancing, drunk and careless,
Dark. My friends laugh,
Stop, to get a drink, one that...
I don't really need. I find that...
My money's gone. All gone.
Desperate, I ask the barman
If he has seen it at all. If anyone,
Perhaps, has handed it in.
He stares at me with pity.
Lost, I am in a building, lost,
Confused and aimless, I try
To find someone to tell me
When my exam is to begin
I have missed it, I have missed
My last exam. My last hope.
The windshield pours down.
I am at home. How did I get
Here? What is this for?
A man I don't much know
Tells me the TV is broken.
He is fixing it outside in
The rain. The windshield
On the car, pouring down.
And I sit inside, on my bed,
Dreaming, strange dreams,
There is an explosion, and...
I am in the hall. The front porch
Is ablaze. I wander there
To find what has happened,
"We need to call an ambulance"
Said the girl I don't know,
The strange man, half his face,
Has burned off. Half his face,
Is uncharred. A horrid mix,
Of black and red, Half dream,
Half reality. I wonder what
To do. The dream haunts me.

Reviews

[Silent_Whispers]

i really like your style in this, reading it is so slow and creepy like someones telling you a horror story and your just waiting for something to jump out at you and scare you! :D by the way.. (you must have awfully strange dreams!) :P

[Sarah]

Wow, what a creepy dream. o= I love how this was written, as if you were writing it as it was happening in the dream, regardless of whether or not it made any sense. In the end, this is a wonderful tale that is woven together by your unique language and the dreamlike way it was written. Excellent job!