The Dream.

Imagine being in a room with no doors or windows and no recollection of how you got there. The walls are painted white. And there is a single light on the roof that flickers. Imagine being trapped within your own mind. The questions start to suffocate you. How did you get there? How long has it been since you've seen the outside world? How long till you are free? Will you ever be free?

Now, you're starting to go crazy. Frantically, you search for a way out. It takes you hours before you accept that escape is unlikely. You're mind starts to get the best of you, and you pass out from stress. You start to visualize you're own death. Seeing yourself suffer from starvation. Your body slowly decaying. You wake in a fright. Panicking. You look around once more for some type of escape. Only something is different. There is a door, giving you a since of hope. When you attempt to open it you realize that its cemented shut. An impossible escape. Alarm sets in. You start digging your nails around the doorframe. Again it takes hours before you accept that the door isn't going to move and will not be your salvation. Terror invades your mind and you pass out once more. You start dreaming of your past, you see your family and friends, but they're all pointing and laughing at you. You think its because you're trapped in that room. They must have done this to you. You awake, feelings anger and hate. You look around. The scene has changed again. There is a window. You start to feel hope again. You attempt to open it, but there is no latch. It won’t open. You try to throw your body against the glass in a desperate attempt to break it. Only its not real glass, and it doesn't break. You step back, inspect the window and realize that on the other side of it is a brick wall. You weren't meant to open it. Same with the door. You remove yourself from the window and fall to your knees in the corner. You try to gain self-control. You're tired of getting your hopes up only to have them crushed. You give up on the thought of escape. And as soon you speak the words you awake in your bed. Surrounded by the things you know. You run to the door and it opens. You see your house, and you realize it was all a bad dream. Or was it?

All throughout life we're made to feel things we never wanted. People put down on you; make you feel less then human. What you thought was a room with no escape was your mind. What you thought was the door and window was really the people in your life that gave you hope and crushed you, which is the reason you couldn't open either of them. They weren't your salvation. When you give up trying to let others make you happy, only then do you realize that true happiness can only be found within yourself.

The point of this isn't the grammar or the spelling. This was my dream. It was life changing. I just thought maybe someone else could get something out of it too.