The Dreams

I had a dream once where I was on a bar. I jumped up and sat on it.

It was a lot taller than me. But I still did it.

Then it was like I was really there.
I held out my arms and started to hover.

When I put them by my sides. I went up.

When I put them by my head. I went down.

But no matter how hard I tried. I never touched the ground.

Someone was there. I couldn't tell who.

But who ever it was. Made everything better.

Then one night I had another dream. I woke up screaming.

I went into my parents room. But someone was following me.

I had the first dream when I was little. And I felt safe.

Now that I am getting older. My dreams don't make me feel safe anymore.

Is that a sign?