The other side of the door

I once had a dream. I was sitting in my room, on my bed. Staring at the wall. Trying to convince myself that I wasnt dreaming. Over and over, I just kept screaming I´m not dreaming. I dont know who I was trying to convince, myself or the human like creature standing in the shadows of my room. Every night, he asked me to prove to him that I wasnt dreaming. I would scream and shout that I’m not dreaming, only to wake up and realize that I was. How could I ever prove that I was or wasnt dreaming. Just because I suddenly wake up in my bed, it doesnt mean I was dreaming, or that I ever stopped. What if this life,is a constant state of dreaming? What if our dreams are our minds trying to connect to the real world but never quite getting there, the real world just on the opposite side of a door thats always locked?

Credit To – Stephany Stokes