I can’t comprehend,a dream within a dream.Perhaps,because I’ve never experienced it.Or have I?

Is it a dream that you want to escape from,perhaps from terror,or you’re bored of the dream,

So you go on to another dream?

Is it that you never really leave the first dream?

Is the first dream,a frame of mind,and you’re the artist who creates the new visuals For the next dream?

Or are you the brush that’s held in the hand of something much bigger?

The only way I can perceive this is that,when I sleep tonight,I will try to dream of a dream.

And hopefully when I morph into an altered state of dreaming,I will be all ready,for where my mind takes me?

I wonder if I will be allowed to take my dream with me?

I hope so,especially if I’m heading towards a bad dream,I’d like to have some control to get back to my original dream.

Ive never gone to bed hungry thinking of food,do some people wake up and that hungers gone? Is that a full filling prophecy?

Is it like the last song you hear,and you can’t get it out of your mind,and it’s usually a song you don’t like.

Is that what happens,it’s your last thought of the day?

And subconsciously you are trying to figure it out,and you drift of to sleep,fighting yourself,why you’re having that thought.

And you run from that thought,somewhere you think is safe?

And it’s really your subconscious telling you to deal with it,and the battle ensues.

Maybe i had that kind of dream one time,I remember running,but what was i running from,I remember hands grabbing my legs.I was perceiving danger,but maybe these hands were trying to prevent me from going into another dream,And it's not a good idea to enter another dream in fear.

The fear of the unknown can trip you.

After my husband died, he appeared in a dream. He seemed healthy and relaxed, his long white hair glowing, and he sat on our couch in the living room.

I sat down next to John. "You're here! You're really here. And I can touch you." I hugged him for an eternity, wanting his touch to last forever on my skin.

We released each other, and he took my hands into his and looked into my eyes. "I have been here all along."

This is wonderful, I thought. Now, we can really communicate with each other whenever I wish, the veil of death no longer an issue.

When I was just about to form the words to work out a communication plan with my husband in spirit so I could speak with him whenever I wished, the movement of my mouth woke me up. I had no idea I was sleeping, but the warmth of my husband's touch remained, as fresh as when he was alive.

My children and I trudged on without him. Grandchildren, decades of birthdays and holidays all passed in what seemed like a moment, creating many years of happy memories while John stood by our side, felt by us but not seen and occasionally heard.

After a lifetime, I woke up and saw my husband again. He looked even better this time, like he did when we first met, his dark hair on the long side, his eyes electric blue and no longer clouded with pain as they were in life. I looked down at my hands. They were unlined and young. I felt my face, and the skin was smooth.

He smiled at me with a perfect row of teeth. "You're here."

Instead of his touch, a feeling of peace enveloped my body, a wholeness and completeness. My miniscule life, although long by earth standards, paled in comparison to eternity—a flash in the pan, like a dream, and no less real than spending the rest of time with my best friend.

She fell asleep within a dream

of her trying to escape.

A nightmare it seemed,

Within this dream she saw a girl get raped.

To escape this tragedy

She started to dream of a party

But she wasn't invited.

A fight broke out, someone got

hurt and someone was indicted.

Her dream pattern was getting worse but she couldn't open her eyes.

She continued to dream, while crying inside she struggled to be awakened.

But the spiralling of her dreams

Showed her that she was truly mistaken.

She escaped that dream and went into a dream of her taking a drive.

But in this dream she drove off a bridge which led to her demise.