I was seeing dream;

Walls are approaching me without sound
At the spare time which I slept for a while
Compressing blue a shadow like Birnam's wood
The will to go to shut me up is frightful
From before from the back from the left
From the right and from upper part;
My exit door is where?.

Why does such a thing happen to me?
I strike the wall in a shout of fear
My hands covered with blood like Mrs. Macbeth
If it's a surgeon, although it's better,
But it seems to be a murderer
My throat writhes like a hen with anger
Walls move, walls crowd, walls attack me

My voice already becomes hoarse
My lips are likely to twitch
And I am likely to faint
And then I see that one in a mist
It's a swarm of little bugs
It's a crowed of concrete boxes
It's a throng of laughing masks

They become small quickly by my field of view
I lost consciousness; Probably that's right
I am seeing the dream
In the dream in the meantime;
The wind is blowing on the wilderness
As far as the eye could see
Only it's visible to me

I feel myself to become the air step by step
I tear my heart litle by litle,
And am burying those in the ground
Or I scatter some pieces
Of the torn heart in the wind:
When my consciousness returned,
The motion of walls had stopped

All my feeling and energy are wringgling
On the wall like ant. The walls are laughing
No sound, but wave motions are conveyed to me
The world is the world of walls that I think so
I can't awake from the nest of this dream