Poem
The Nightmare After a Dream
Every part of the well-earned slumber is pulchritudinous
One lying under a soft, heavy blanket is serene as a loafing cat
The drifting into sleep is peaceful as soft precipitation on a cloudy evening
Dreaming is the utmost pinnacle of human existence
Every dreamer loves the temporary appeased and gratified life they get to live
Residing within their subconscious’ Garden of Eden
But paradise cannot exist without illusion
Yin cannot be without Yang
All good things must eventually come to an end
Amidst a perfect realm and timeline
An overwhelming sense of distraught will wash over you
Nothing can save you from the blaring that comes next
Both a subtle jingle and a ringing cacophony will viciously ravage your ears and mind
A dreamer hearing the alarm’s blaring is akin to a sinner hearing the 7 trumpets of the Rapture
Yet no 144,000 are saved
A dreamer can go from the epitome of relaxation and tranquility to a cold, sweaty, fearful panic
In only an instant
But some higher force decided that’s not nearly enough to punish humanity
To judge us humble primates
For simply indulging in our minds
In the real world, the seven plagues will be unleashed upon your body
The harshest drought upon your throat
You’ll be stripped of your senses
Your muscles and ligaments will lack any intention or purpose
An earthquake will be unleashed upon your equilibrium so that every mountain and island would
be removed from its place in your vision
Just like the trumpets preceding the seals, thought and direction in your mind will be reversed
A dreamer attempting to rise from their mattress carries a harder task than Sisyphus or Atlas
But cursed by their own bodies rather than Zeus
There is no sanction or salvation for the humble dreamer
For this relentless internal cycle will repeat until their end of time