A Soul-Shaking Nightmare

Last night I had a terrible dream:

I was in a tunnel drenched in darkness,

and buffeted endlessly, like a meme.

“Help me!” I yelled, but no one heard me scream

as the walls kept turning with such hardness

that my very soul was shaken, it seemed.

Then something began pulling me full-steam

to a pit littered with many a carcass.

I fought, but it was like swimming upstream.

I awoke, covered in sweat like a cream,

wondering, “What evil did I just witness?”

“Was this a portent of hell?” “What did it mean?”

Soon, my worries faded in daily routine

but I also went to church to confess

my shortcomings to the Being Supreme.

At night, the dream again hit my esteem

but this time a smile I managed to harness

as a hand pushed me to the tunnel extreme.

I noticed the sign: “Bottles, Cans: Redeem.”