Drifting in and out of some magical astral plane
Waking suddenly when I think I hear someone shout my name
Wondering what these symbols in the night might mean
Trying hard to remember all the things I’ve just seen
Scrambled and encoded with a mystery still unknown
Visions pass through my mind like a wild and crazy cyclone
Is it a message from the great beyond?
Silently, I wait for Spirit to respond
Some say dreaming is a healing of sort
All I know is it’s a place where I am suddenly transport
From here to there and all over the place
Bringing always a story that by morning I’ll do my best to retrace
Raindrops falling from the night sky
Shush now there’s a new movie playing just behind these shut eyes.