At the end of the day, I retire to bed
And pictures begin to flow through my head
Who can say what will be in store for me tonight?
No one can.
Will I even remember it when I wake up?
Will I be swimming with a shark?
Will my purple dog begin to bark?
Will I experience a nightmare that will not please?
Will I be lucid a free to move with ease?
I could fight in a graveyard and attack my foes,
Only to run away! Stuck! Unable to move my toes!
I could get away, with my beautiful wife!
Or a guy with a gun, could end my life...
Will my dream re-occur, and never ever end?
Or will I experience it once, and never again?
It's unique to you! No one else can have your dreams!
Although it seems like everyone tries to find out what they mean.
Dreams are masterpieces
They're phenomenal, fantastic, frightening.
Unlocking the secrets of dreams - why they exist, would be like finding el dorado or the fountain of youth.
It would be...
Glorious
So now your understand.
You understand why I love to retire to bed,
And wait for the dreams to fill my head.
