You feel the wind as it rushes past you wildy
Almost slow motion as you softly tumble down
You have no notion, from whence you fell
And the only thing you see now is the ground

You spread your arms out as the Earth approaches swiftly
Your breaths uneaven like some half drunk maniac
You hit the concrete, and you awake
And above you is the ceiling staring back

These are the things that dreams are made of
Each one from fantasy is spun
You have to eat The world's largest marshmallow
And when you wake up, your pillow is gone

Sitting exams now and you know you haven't studied
Open your paper and it's all in Portugese
Your pencil breaks, your pen is leaky
And the clock is counting minutes down with ease

Your thoughts are said out loud and teachers start complaining
They come towards you and you try to run away
Your feet are stuck fast to the ground
And you suddenly see you're naked anyway

These are the things that dreams are made of
Every night a different one
You have to eat The world's largest Pancake
And when you wake up, your blanket is gone

You're being chased by hooded strangers in the darkness
Along a dirth path with dense woods on either side
You feel exhausted, your knees are weak
And it seems they're gaining ground with every stride

You've no idea why those strangers want to get you
Could be they'll run right past and leave you far behind
You might not even need to run away
But it seemed a good idea at the time

These are the things that dreams are made of
Each whimsied tale of once upon
You have to eat The world's largest chewing gum
And when you wake up, your matress is gone

Dreams come in every shape and form you can imagine
With screwed up editing and plots that jump around
Some come in technicolour, some in black and white
And sometimes even 5.1 surround

Some say that every dream has deep interpretations
And show us all just what is going on upstairs
Some even claim that they foretell the future
But if that were true then we would all be multi-milionaires

But they're just random intersections
Of thoughts and recollections
Interpreted as mental background noise

Don't attempt to look for meaning
You know you're only dreaming
And telling folk about them just annoys

You might think that they're important
And really think you oughtn't
To simply let them all just slip away

But if Martin Luther King had told
Of dreams of sex, drugs, rock and roll
He'd probably still be alive today!

These are the things that dreams are made of
Your fleeting mind is Queen Mab's pawn
You have to eat The world largest jelly baby
And when you wake up, your girlfriend is gone

These are the things that life is made of
These things we dare to call our dreams
They don't make any sense, they're warped beyond belief
But when you wake up, you wonder what the hell they mean

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