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DREAMS OF FEAR
Date: Unknown>>>this poem really affected a few years ago. I felt so unproud of myself at one point. But now it's all better<<<

My dreams have made me realize my fears, the fears that have been bothering me for quite some time. Though to me, these dreams are not dreams at all, but more like nightmares. These nightmares crawl deep into my mind, picking out the very things that I despise having to realize. I realized that I could do nothing to protect those that I love, this would have to be the most realistic fear in my mind. What good am I to a person I love if I know deep inside me that I can do nothing to protect them? What is that nightmare supposed to mean?
This morning came at a horrible realization, the images of this nightmare flash in my mind, what can I do? Not everyone can protect his or her loved ones, but this nightmare made it as if I’m defenseless to even harm another. My worrying will continue, I do not think that this will be the last of these dreams, for they have just begun. Is this supposed to make me realize something else? This is a fear that has been in my mind for some time, yet the thought of it has never occurred to me until recently. As I wonder about this nightmare, I wonder about the other things that bother me, but I haven’t realized yet. Why do these dreams seem so realistic? It seems as though I dream about the future, but in this case, I am hoping not.
This feeling of not being able to do something kills my inner soul, why has this dream affected me so much? Why haven’t other dreams that I have experienced affected as this has? Dreams, some good, some bad, no one can figure out the meaning of dreams. What are they? Are they views of a world that we lived in? Is this life one big dream? What if when we die, we wake up to another world, and realize that this whole time, we have been dreaming? Some dreams predict the future, some dreams tell us, or remind us of our deepest secrets, and some dreams seem to have absolutely nothing to do with our current lives. Our minds seem to have a boost in imagination during the times we dream. I do not think that mankind can ever figure out the true meaning to dreams.
This current dream has been recorded in my memory, it is stuck there, forever in my mind, as well as some other ones that have caused me great thinking. Why am I afraid of the future? These dreams seem to mix my thinking, like my mind has been stirring all my thoughts together and finally putting them in one realistic story. Some stories have scared me, some are too real, how can your mind do such a thing? How can your mind be capable of creating such a thing like dreams? Which brings me to think about the capabilities of our minds. Why do we only use a few percent of our mind? So much has to be learned about our minds, for now, one can only dream, and hope that our dreams will all make sense, sooner or later.