I dreamed a dream
That I laid down on the bed
Put a gun to my head
Pulled the trigger
Now is it in my head
Or am I now dead
Am I in this world
Or am I in the next
Where does the real world end
And where does the dream world begin
Very poetic expression of an existential question, nicely written. Dreams and reality and life after death are all woven into this great piece of poetry.
To shoot oneself in a dream denotes targeting your goals n getting success in it...otherwise too, as it was a mere dream still it gave you a poetry in return. A horrid dream put into a nice poem.
Wow, sometimes I feel that way two, just pulling the trigger, and it's a good thing probably that I don't have a gun. In the second verse, I wonder if death is really that way, I wonder if you think 'am I dead'? Awesome write.
Great poem I can relate to it. I really enjoyed reading. Keep up the great work!
really nice concept. especially the way it awakes intense feelings and surpise already from the first stanza. loved the start
I have often wondered this very question Dave. How do we know any of this is real? Very much like a Schrodinger's cat situation. I enjoyed this poem.
Sometimes it seems that I'm dead but don't realize it. Though, 'Death isn't sad. The sad thing is: most people don't live at all', says Socrates in 'Peaceful Warrior'. A very impressive poem, Dave.
If this is the dream then death is the wake up call... Very thought provoking poem, well done...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem... short and to the point... I myself am a dreamer, it has its pro's and also its cons... Being a dreamer means to me that sometimes a person's dreams / fantasies and reality overlap... Sometimes we escape into our dream world only to find that our fears have followed us in... Making it a confusing sensation...