Lucid dream

This night I had a lucid dream
The door was open so I entered
Like victim in the horror film
My shoulders felt a dry soft blanket

The room I found myself within
Was one of those I saw, no doubt
The door with pleasure let me in
The lock would never let me out

Inside I faced three men in white
I stopped and didn’t go further
They touched the darkness with the light
And told how fiercely they were murdered

In dreams we have another mind
We dive in concrete, fly if willing
I hardly managed to define
That dead cannot return to living

And then I saw myself in bed
Though I did not wake up that moment
A giant book appeared instead
Like deadly needful dream component

The first page stood for dream itself
The second – for the real being
I turned it swiftly and I failed
I kept on turning, turning, screaming

Three persons looked at me and sighed
They came to me, they were so near
And asked: So dear, how YOU died?
I woke up in tremendous fear