Is this a dream?
Is this a dream world?
Where am I?
I have no control over my body,
Or do I have a body?
I have a mind because I think.
Is my mind separated from my body?
I feel nothing;
Smell nothing;
Taste nothing;
Hear nothing;
And see nothing except my dark canyon mind.
Yes, my minds eye is present.
Why I am in this state I can’t recall.
Wait!
Yes.
An accident.
I remember an accident, or was it a dream.
Is this a dream?
I hope it’s a dream.
Is this a dream?
I am afraid.
Wake up!
Wake up!
This is too vivid to be a dream.
So why can’t I feel or hear or smell.
Why?
Am I dead, waiting to be transported into a new environment?
Maybe a hereafter does exist.
The accident, yes, the accident.
I was looking at the girl and oh my god-it can’t be.
Yes, I hit the bus.
This must be a dream or am I dead?
I feel encased in a lead block, my eyes are sewn shut, my ears plugged, my nose stopped, my nerves broken, but my mind is free.
Free to travel in the past, present and future.
Let me out of here.
I can’t stand it!
Let me out.
God damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
What can I do?
My mind controls my body and I want to die.
How long have I been in this lonely state?
Hours, days, years?
Let me out or I’ll kill myself.
I can’t kill myself.
My mind has no control over my body.
Damn it!
I can’t live like this—don’t they know that out there or is there anyone out there?
(The mind now screams so loud and so long that it passes out from the pressure. A scream unheard by human ears.
So mind bending that the brain is dehydrated, implodes and a final jerk of the patients head lets the physician know his suffering is now terminated.)

Next time you dream try to escape the fantasy of the sub-conscious world and dream in a world of reality and insanity.