I am dreaming
There is a dome that is not a dome
It is the sky and the enclosure
I have been lured here
but not even I know how or why
I am surrounded by shadowy faces
But the room is empty at the same time
It is ritualistic, almost
There is a sense of anticipation
Around me, all is growing darker and darker
I’m growing claustrophobic
The non-people are closing in on me
The walls are closing in on me
Musty, yellow smells
And then
it’s over, and I am gone
I’m still HERE
Wherever HERE is in my dream
And yet I don’t exist.
This dream never stops
Repeating as long as I can remember
As I age the dream becomes more vague
and occurs less frequently
But it is there
It will always be there
Reoccurring until I don’t exist.
