Was it a dream

I arose through the water
It was a matter of timing
Only had seconds
My nerves were numb
My Heart did not beat
My eye’s shed the water
I let the arrow fly
Toward the one
The one that tormented
The one who was guilty
In my anger, I became judge
I was not right, but my anger blinded
The arrow raced through the clean air
It struck the one who was filth
Gushed with clean blood
Not black like I envisioned!
So much pain he caused
for so many
No relief I found
I slid back to the depths
I saw many souls
who were gasping for peace
None of us found it
It was a lonely drift downward
It was worse that the original pain
I awoke from my sleep
In cold sweat, my heart overworked
Struggle to regain reality
Was it a dream?