A Memory Or A Dream Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

I woke up,
Just instantly after I drifted into asleep
At 12 in the midnight,
I was scraping my head struggling to identify
Whether I am still dreaming or not?
I was disoriented,
I thought Philosophy just invented it,
But it is real.

I dreamed it again,
My right arm is fractured,
Elbow bone is almost out,
Blood drifting down.
I have gunshot on my left leg,
Wobbling and trying to ask for help gently,
Fearing that no one will help,
Trying not to create panic,
I smiled and they say to wait for help.
I sat down as my sight starts to get darker
And my breath is fading away.

I talked to myself in my dream:
"This is not new for you Mon,
You can survive this again!
You have hidden countless times
The pain you have carried,
Yet people believe
That you can survive by your own."

I got puzzled,
Dreams may sometimes go too far,
But they never differ to my reality.