Analysis of Nightmare

I walked along the boulevard,
But everything looked strange.
The traffic lights were stuck on red,
With voices out of range.

I dreamed that I was dreaming,
And woke to find the truth:
An everlasting nightmare
Had robbed me of my youth.

I had no shoes upon my feet
And all my clothes were rags.
I carried nothing with me
But empty shopping bags.

The trees along the boulevard
Had eyes that stared at me.
It seemed like they were witnesses
To things I could not see.

Then suddenly the scene was gone,
And I was in my bed.
But still those crazy images
Were dancing in my head.

I'll walk that boulevard again;
I know it's meant to be.
A dream within a dream,
Forever haunting me!

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