~ A Conspiracy Theory in the Subconscious

~ Translating a real dream I had... Note: "If you're anxious constructed, please do not read for your own good"

~ A Conspiracy Theory in the Subconscious

 

 

 

Dreaming, deeper falling, feeling intense adrenaline...

Rushed through the veins, like a free fall with eyes closed

Seeing and knowing you’re going to die, as you got a warning

In a reflect of another  time zone, where a man on distance

Whispered this to you… so poignant and anxious…

Tomorrow you’re not here anymore, as at 8:00 PM you die

His words echo still through my mind, as I do not understand why…

 

Standing in a room now, with huge open windows, curtains aren’t there

As if they were left, on purpose to hit me better…

I see my sharpshooter in front of me loading his gun, watching through

His loop his right hand moves and turns, as he sharps me, and observes me

I feel that I must lie down and crawl through the place of destination,

As my whole family is next to me, and whispers me to stay low

Two shots through the window, in my higher air line did hit a painting

 

As I crawl further to reach another chamber,  full in fear, my heart skips,

The high European doorposts are an obstacle, as I must be

Careful, but quickly, and keeping my mind together…

My family rarely enough all standing on their feet, and are watching me

As they don’t help, and just whispering, like zombies, to me,

The sound of their voices, is so dull and stunned, like they aren’t there

For real and all is distorted, or maybe I’m turning deaf?

 

I can’t hardly breathe, I feel myself dizzy, but I must stay low,

I must have been collapsed, So badly in the black hole

As I walk from one moment to another on a green forest

And see green around me except the path I walk down

It is full of pebbles, in various shades, and forms

Free? Am I free? I walk, and walk, still somewhat restless

When I turn my head, he is there again… the sharpshooter

 

Ha ha ha…. You thought you were rid of me?

He yelled… and I tried to run, but he warned me to,

“Look at the ground” he said, look carefully…

In each square meter, I outlined a fall are you sure to run?

You can fall in a hole, or step on a mine,

My labyrinth for you are all my booby traps

You’re not escaping your faith, you shall die…

 

The next moment I fell down, as I wasn’t focused enough

Deeper and deeper… and woke up all sweaty

I was alive. I still was... looking around... It was just a dream,

A bad one… as I have them rarely, but those in my top 5

I made, I shall never forget, as they are burning Conspiracy Theories

In the lower Subconscious, Didn’t you had some of those in your life?

You want to write down? as they are burned on your retina...?

 

 

I wonder… ;)

 

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you... remember this was just a dream.
Some minds have them vividly.

Enjoy, or Runnaway X

Reviews

[Shredded Cabbage]

I love this Elisa, the unspeakable visions of an individual, an interior monologue, the eye within the eye, writer/director of earthly movies sponsored and angeled in heaven!

The double negation (can't hardly breathe) however, is almost unforgivable, bad Elisa! ;P

[Cassie Fraga]

BRAVO!! BRAVO!! **throws roses at the screen**
had me on the edge from beginning to end... whoooa **wipes hand across head** this was very intense and your description is so full of expression... GREAT PIECE!!!

[joshua deathdealer]

You're riding out girl!! Another fabulous poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

In our new world. This poem could be real life. Actions and word are being watched and control. I like the feel of intense thoughts and feel of no escape.
"Free? Am I free? I walk, and walk, still somewhat restless
When I turn my head, he is there again… the sharpshooter"
I like the video also. Gave strength to this poem. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This truly quickens the pulse rate!...Your dream is vividly conveyed through the dramatic music and intense imagery. Bravo Eli!
This is a well written dream, that will stay in my mind for awhile! Great write!

[Empirik]

Wow, I am so glad you woke up! lol :) This is more than simply a dream as this is happening in the world or written into scripts. You write with this with real empowerment. I love that voice. It grabs you and cause the words to disappear and create an image in motion, over time. I love the description so much as fear has so many ways to explain emotion. They say that the reason people have trouble remembering the dreams, even after they just happen, is because the individuals energy level was not parallel with the activity of the sleeping mind. You are amazing! I can tell here that you were fully involved in this situation like it was real, "waking up and looking around." That is an incredible trait as I have trouble recalling all of my dreams, but the ones that do make into the top five are never forgotten and should be written down. Because, as an artist, that is what we do by definition. We re-create experience with expression, or plan communication. Design! Poetry is design as painting is expression. Thank you for this unique piece of work of yours. I loved it! I also, may need to watch a comedy to bring my heart rate back to it's normal pulse. :) X

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow you had me on the edge of my seat like a good action movie... interesting dream to say the least... I had one where I was shot once while saving kids... the subconscious sure likes to play with our minds.

[Distant horizons]

Love the title first off. Could have two meanings depending on how you perceive the words.
And the idea of a top five dream list? I thought I was the only one that done that :-)
You keep the pace flowing so well through this, like the anxiety running through your dream. There is nothing quite like the panic/relief of waking and realizing it was all but a dream. A dream that shoots adrenaline through you're body and mind so much, that the moment of waking is like a rebirth.
Beautiful and vivid words.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Hell yes! One of your best, Elisa!

[Muse]

this is intense...even for you! If I tried translating some of my dreams into poetry...you'd all have me committed. lol

But some of these dreams...I should have written down. To reflect upon and ponder over later. I do believe that all dreams have hidden messages...they are metaphors of our reality. Sometimes dreams are prophetic...sometime that are reminders of unfinished business....regrets...worries. What ever their purpose...we should not shrug them off so quickly without pursuing some insight. x