Where do you go when you turn off the light
and it's dark as a pit in your room?
Do you fantasize about spending the night
in Tutankhamun's tomb?
Are you whisked away to a cool cabaret
where the doorman shakes your hand?
Where you blend with the crowd and mumble out loud
in a language you don't understand
Do the scenes in your dreams seem familiar at first
until you can see that they're not?
Do the characters blur into somebody else
and there's no making sense of the plot?
Do you dream in color or black and white?
Does your poodle turn into a shark?
Are you wondering what to make of your dreams
as you lie there alone in the dark?
And all for what, since they're all forgotten
the moment you open your eyes?
Gone like mirages that vanish at dawn
with nary a word to the wise
But deeper down perhaps there's a reason
we spend so much time in our dreams
For they cleverly show us, again and again
that nothing's as clear as it seems
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