Dead Mans Dream

02 Dead man’s dream       From "Home" composed by Brooker-Reid intro:               As I lay down dying   a floor for my bed   And a bundle of newspaper under my head     I dreamed a dream as strange as could be   Concerning myself  and somebody like me                /Dbdim We were in some city   the stranger and me   The houses were open and the streets empty       The windows were bare and the pavements dirty   I asked where I was;    my companion ignored me        /   We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone   The graves were disturbed and the coffins wide open   And the corpses were rotten   yet each one was living   Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling            I cried out in fear       but my voice had left me   My legs were deformed              yet I moved quite freely   My head was on fire                  yet my hands were icy   Bass:## And everywhere light yet darkness engulfed me   solo on:             I managed to scream and woke from my slumber   I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered       Where had I been? What could it mean?   F#dim               Bbm It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under 061014