He woke up from a frightening nightmare.
He dreamed that he was in an inner city street war.
Bullets were flying everywhere.
Killing people here and there.
The nightmare turned out to be no dream.
Bullets were flying in his inner city apartment it seems.
Well inscription is being made on nightmare. So frightening.10
He incorporated the sound of gunshots into his dream (as we often do, with sounds we hear) , and when he awoke, the sounds were real. My friend Claudia's apartment has a bullet hole in the wall of her kids' bedroom. Fortunately, it is nowhere near their bunk beds. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reality stranger than dreams.+++10