~ 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

[John Fitzgerald]

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

[Raven Starhawk]

Truly gripping. Its nature attracts me actually. I am drawn to the idea of what provides us with such information when our conscious mind is no longer in control. I may not make sense. XD But I liked this.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

A striking write!

On a tangent though, I'm very curious what kind of verse you will write when you become pregnant. They say that pregnant people have funky dreams. Food for your subconscious. You live in so much wealthy symbolism.

[The White Wolf]

That was quite the dream! I have to say, you set it to a brilliant soundtrack...one of my favorite songs of all time. I often wonder if dreams are meant to tell us something or if they are merely going through the giant filing cabinet of our brain and piecing random images and thoughts together. Either way, this was very interesting. I wonder what it means too!