Vivid Dream Part 1 (Based On True Events)

I traveled along a dark road one night With the chill winds of a cold winter brushing against my exposed arms This one side street proved to be one I will never forget But so, at the same time, I can't make any promises with memory It was empty, quiet, not a soul to be found Not a single voice echoed off the bricks The only light shining came from the 24-hour deli The sole purpose of my walk Approaching the light it grew brighter and brighter Until the door seemed engulfed in white My body lost control. I was a puppet to my subconscious The door swung open and I stepped into the light Bright as the Sun Forever falling, so it seemed Was I being told something? I knew I was dreaming, but not what this meant And, to me, all dreams have a meaning somewhere I hit a concrete floor, and felt a Sharp pain. It seemed so real; it was more vivid than anything I could've conjured up from my mind I looked around, and saw houses Small, but wide, fit for a fine family It looked familiar to me, like I had seen it before. And so, I had to continue on I refused to wake up. I had to see this to the end because I was curious I chose a house Instinct drove me to that one small house on the corner Why did my mind choose this? Where was I? This had to have been a place of importance, but I couldn't place my finger on it The door was wood, splintered and seemingly wrecked And it had a window that was shaped like the NBC logo The rest of the house was fine, perfect condition Upon observing the walls the door vanished into smoke and ashes I stepped inside, and all I could hear was an echoing cry It was an angst filled cry, no tears of joy filled this dark home I thought I knew where I was now It was all too familiar