Did I Wake?

Eventually got my final sleep tapping my soul miles deep. Drift into the dream unknown, where the mysteries of the past are sown. Can't withstand the view I saw, grasping my chest as regret claws. My head thrashed wildly to and fro, the storm of dread began to grow. Mustered the courage, I rolled my fear like a worn-out sleeve, The shadows whispered, begged me to leave. I tried to run, I tried to scream, pain and agony ripped apart my dream. Then silence fell, I saw myself, a fractured beam above myself. Did I make it? Did I wake? was it all real? Or was it all fake?