Proof

the dream continues to repeat itself over and over again.....same s**t different night i geuss...

hey eyes are filled with blood

she speaks 

but i cannot hear

she cries

i die

inside

"look at me"

she says, now standing infront

i am laying in a hospital bed

she is standing over

looking down at

"thank you" she says

i do not reply

my eyes are wide

did i die that day?

how do i not know if i am alive, or if i am in a lucid dream that neve ends, and the dreams are my final minnutes alive? why can i not stop haveing these dreams?

when will the cease to keep me awake at night? or are they trying to wake me up? i am scared, or is the fear a compilation of my known fear of the unknown? 

is this all for real?

or not?

am i a real human?

or am i a rotting corps in the dirt?

how do i know if i am alive?

were is the proof?

Author's Note

can anybody help me? the dream is commet tail... but i cannot stop feeling like this.....pleas someone help..

Reviews

[Legion]

Believe it or not, many people feel this way. Not knowing if they are really living or just dreaming. Nothing to worry about. One way or the other you will eventually wake up and realize one or the other. Several errors in this, but interesting none the less.

[Luna Northstar]

I know what you mean, I have dreams this all the time.

[Warick Ten Bohmer]

I'm thinking "hey" at the start should possibly be her and also "looking down at" her might also be missing.

I'd consider putting the second stanza like the below:-

How do i not know if I am alive,
Or if I am in a lucid dream that neve ends
And the dreams are my final minnutes alive?
Why can I not stop having these dreams?

Actually you could probably punctuate the whole poem like that, to enhance the flow and impact of your words.

I like your poem, reminds me a bit of the Matrix. Hope if you really have been having this dream over and over again, it's decided to subside and give you a sleep that you can actually wake up from feeling refreshed and not feeling like you need to question your very existence.

Truth is no one really knows, we can only believe. Those who claim to know believe it so much that to them it's fact. Well the real fact here is that this was worth reading, but can and should be improved. Hope you get around to editing it.

[R E Tree]

I find this spiritual and a interesting read. The lines "hey eyes are filled with blood she speaks but i cannot hear" draws me right in. Those lines makes the poem flow nicely into the readers head. I have dreams all the time, I have always wonder what they meant. I have dreams nearly every night I wake up to think. Why do I have them.

[alesuriko]

Very good expression in this poem. The emotion is real and raw. There are a lot of spelling and grammar errors, however. Once again, "i"'s are better capitalized. In the eighth line, "in front" is two words and in this line "looking down at" you leave off and don't specify what she is looking down at. I really did love the end of that stanza though, the emotion in that question and the detail feels vivid. "did I die that day?" it just echoes. Very well done.

The next stanza is where most of the errors lie. You forgot the "r" at the end of "never"; "minutes" has one too many "n"s; "having" does not have an "e"; you forgot the "y" at the end of "they" in "when will the cease to keep me awake at night?" The last two mistakes are "corpse" which doesn't have an "e" in your poem and in the last line it should be... where. Not were.

This is intriguing though but I think we all feel this way. What is reality. For all we know, everything we've ever known is a lie. We could really be lying in a comma. Hell, the matrix could be happening and the movie was a cover-up so we wouldn't think it was real because "oh that's a fictional movie, couldn't happen." You never know, you just have to continue on and learn to deal with it. But good expression.

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Shane,

Sorry this makes you feel nervous. But really, what's the difference? What is reality? What is a dream? They are words we make up. We think reality is real [duh!], and a dream is not. However if you had a never ending dream, would these definitions make a difference? So just go with the flow. If you're like most people, you will recognize a dream when you have one, but this is nothing to be frightened about.

Best regards, and I hope you feel better about this soon,

Rick

[snapjack]

I feel like that all the time. I have these dreams that feel so real that I wake up and try to figure out where I've been stabbed this time. I've been shot and stabbed and I can still feel where they did it and that's been four or five years ago. It's crazy, but it's interesting to talk about it. It's cool that you put it into a poem though

[Ryan Falzon - Tymon]

I suspect you are suffering from grief of a lost loved one. Beautiful words.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem is a great exploration of reality and what is real. Who are we to say what is real or what is not? I loved this blend of philosophy, drama, and sci fi.

[Randy`s Princess]

I don`t understand your trail of thought here confusion clouds my brain on this one but it`s a good poem :)