May it be Greater than my Dream

I remember what I dreamt last night,
a first in a long time of a restless murk,
of course it made little sense, a clear reflection
of my life, like a glass pattern, seemingly shattered,
rather rebounding in a complicated way...
I wandered through a monstrous projection of an old school building,
catacombed with greenhouses, courtyards, and classrooms,
but not a single hallway, and with every door I opened,
I interrupted another lecture, unable to find a designated path,
to where ever I was going, yet I knew I was making progress,
for I continued to head forward, ignoring the confused looks I received.

I did not mind the feeling of all those eyes, questioning my course,
I am not uncomfortable with being uncomfortable,
though I can lose myself in the cells ahead that were not created
by people with the intention of traveling onward,
I will push through without heeding those who haven't gone before me,
I will single-minded follow He who is always before me.