Series of Dreams

I was thinkin'of a series of dreams Where nothing comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded And comes to a permanent stop Wasn't thinking of anything specific Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams Nothing too very scientific Just thinkin'of a series of dreams Thinkin'of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag (fly)* And there's no exit in any direction Except the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't makin'and great connection Wasn't fallin'for any intricate scheme Nothing that would pass inspection I's just thinkin'of a series of dreams Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holdin' Unless they're from another world In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb Wasn't lookin'for any special assistance Not going through any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin'of a series of dreams I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin'of a series of dreams              Just thinkin'of a series of dreams Just thinkin'of a series of dreams