Dreams within Dreams

As my dream became lucid
I confront a two-sided mirror.
As my image in the mirror moved out of sync with me, 
I was forced to become the follower in the dance,
mirroring the reflected lead's every move.
I lost control and wondered who was real,
and who was the reflection, 
and who now pulled the strings.
I notice that the background in the image,
is not what is behind me.
The clock is 8 hours in the future.
It's daytime there, not my nighttime here.
I wonder who's awake? 
Whose dream am I in?
Who will wake up when this or that dream ends?
I move away to view the other side
of the mirror, and I'm alarmed to see
a very old man there that is clearly me!
I pinch myself, but I'm not awake.
I blink my eyes repeatedly to wake up.
I cry out in vain, but alas I cannot awaken.
I've fallen into someone else's dream
or into a dream I had before,
or one I've yet to have, in the future.
I'm lost in space and time, where things are not what they seem,
where lucidity is lost to servility, 
crashing out of control
tumbling in free-fall 
through the deluge of scattered befuddled dreams,
piling up like shadows detached 
in dead-end corners and stairwells.

dreamfree verse

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