Last night I dreamed a dream; I dreamt of dreamless sleep.
I dreamed I slept a deep long sleep that comes from counting countless sheep.
When I awoke at the crack of dawn, I stretched; I listened to mornings song.
The song that comes from birds that fly; they sing the whole day long.
Today I walk among the things that daylight always brings.
I'll walk around and spend my day doing all the daytime things.
But who's to say that whilst I stray, among the things I see today,
That I'm not really what I seem; that I'm just someones night time dream?
These thoughts I have are nothing new, I've had them often, haven't you?.
It matters not where the answer lays, or what's a dream? Or what's a day?
For when I lay my head to sleep, I know I'll dream a dreamless sleep.
I'll then awake to greet the dawn, while birdies sing their cheerful song.
So I will walk, I'll walk around; content to hear the daytime song.
Then sleep the dreamless sleep tonight, until tomorrows breaking light.
I'll be in someone elses dream and play my part as best I might.
It matters not, or so it seems; if I am real, or just a dream.~Jay Olson
