When I first read A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe , I was confused, so I reread it and reread it until I finally somewhat mostly understood it. Although the first stanza is still a little confusing, I had an understanding of wheat it meant. When he said, " O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp?", I saw it as like if we are dreaming of something, it is usually something nice, something we wish we had, but when reality hits us all those dreams disappear, and we wish we could just grab them to comfort us, but there is nothing that we could do. Also when he says, "Grains of the golden sand--- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep," , I interpreted as the very few happy moments we had, or also those little golden grains of hope we have slowly dissolve. Or, as as we get older, those few good memories we had, slowly creep away away as we got older, because we start forgetting and slowly fading ...