Often confusing

The great dream

Beware the great dream.

Across the sands I saw an old man,
Or woman perhaps, it was hard to tell.
It's hard to see in the desert sun.
The heat accompanies when there is none.
They stared, eyes burning coals.
And whispered words to me.
Noises that escaped me,
I could not read, I could not see.

Beware the big dream, it echoed.
As I woke up dreary, in the deep.
Five hundred fathoms under,
Crushing, crushed, the water seeped.
I felt my heart cease as the creatures,
They stared, curious, skittish and free.
And they all said to me,
Beware the great dream.

The scene faded, I stand in my sleep,
Fridge open, milk spilled, 3am the clock beeped.
The world slept except for the tv,
Doing it's best to wake me,
Sleep.
Sleep I must.
For I must dream.
But the static whispers,
As they did before.
And as it spills,
All on the floor.
It's touch on my feet,
Must I get the mop?
It's 3am again, why can't this stop.
Those words they warn me,
Beware the great dream.

And yet it continues,
I cannot heed.
I live and love,
Through many scenes.
Better in here,
Than out in the deep,
Better to stay,
Than to leave.

To live the great dream.