a dream within a dream

the droning of my teachers voice begins to shut down my mind. i wish i could stay awake. i need to stay awake. o well. *heavy sigh* as my eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, slowly start to fall, my eyes go hazy in there attempt to stay open, and my mind begins to show me vivid scenes of pink clouds painted onto light blue skies. i see people. many people. some black. others white. few with the yellowish tint so commonly grouped with asians. but they all look exactly alike. they all look like me. just. some black. others white. and few yellow. all eyes are upon me as i begin to stumble through the mob. as i pass by, their heads turn to follow. they are looking for something. something in me. i feel the urge to break loose and run. i cant. my feet are stuck in black tar. panicking, i turn for help. but no one dare reach out a hand to help me. i scream. nothing. their blank faces stare back at me. unmoving. uncaring. nonchalant. tears begin to pour down my face as i realize this is it. i am done. my life has been lived and it is now coming to its inglorious end. as i begin to see my fate, my subconscious kicks in. at first its foggy. but as the fog begins to dissipate, a form begins to emerge. a rather tall, muscular form. suddenly, a hand. a hand made rough from years of hard labor and pain. i grab hold of it. i can feel the muscles tighten as it begins to lift me out of the mire. i am free. finally i can breathe again. all traces of panic flee from my mind. i have a savior. he breaks my fall. all the excitement seems to have drained my body of energy. in his arms i allow myself to rest. i wake up to something sticky and wet around my feet. my heart racing i look down. tar. i desperately look around me and all i see is me. some black. others white. and few yellow. i yell out in frustration and despair as i begin, so once again, fall. i jerk awake to the sounds of my teacher droning on and on about nothing at all.