When the time for dreams has come,
and you decide to go to sleep.
Everything today was done,
you enter a secret keep.

All is possible, all is new,
an adventure at night,
you will remember few,
imagine you are a knight.

Sometimes you get hunted,
sometimes you hunt your pray.
sometimes it is not what you wanted;
sometimes you urge to stay.

A dream might come as it wishes,
no rules, no borders, no limitation,
some are soft as tender kisses,
some are weird creations.

So go out there have fun,
enjoy your zombie acopalypse,
did you choose an axe or a gun,
but prepare when the dream flips.

Then you drink tea with a rabbit,
not the one with the silly clock,
tea is a dreamworld habit,
in a house which looks like a wooly sock.

After you had cosy time for good,
you get hunted trough a dark house,
over and out with your mood,
over there, the cave of a mouse.

Secure but excited you downhill race,
a mountain on the cheesy moon,
after a diplomatic mission in outer space,
you turned into a maine coon.

This is where you finally awake,
what a busy night,
after coffee and cornflake,
back to everyday fight.

Keep being amazed and astonished,
another dream will find you,
be open for what can be acomplished;
everything, everyday new.