it's complex

it's complex
or some say
complicated
especially with dreams
but nevertheless important
the trucks in the alley are taking away the sorted recycle
to where I do not know, but I know my dream
was about having to take a Math test over
and there were lots of things I could not find, bear with me...
i could not find out how I had done before, like what mark I had got on the
previous exam.
I assumed that it was a failure, but I wasn't sure, so I tried to find the class for the summer,
or information about how or what I was supposed to do, like summer school.
People were crowded together, like a subway at rush hour, surging into and out of passageways.
No one seemed to know anything. I felt like giving up.
It felt like the whole thing had happened before, for me and all these people around me.

And it had.
I just left before, and now I was going to leave again.
But no.
I wasn't. I was dreaming and I could do something about it.
At least this.

the alley is quite now
I could see myself
in the dream and as the dreamer
I can do this