I’ve dreamed I was falling asleep And shaking myself to keep awake. There’s only so much weirdness And crap a poor dreamer can take. It was all involved with friends you see That I don’t see now, because they Were stranger than my dreams Or maybe I was. Back in the day.
I would be partying with them And walking remembered streets But I’d look around and everybody Found other people to go meet. Then suddenly the Hollywood I knew and loved for twenty years Became Kansas City boulevards And Hollywood totally disappears.
Or maybe I’m coming home At the end of a tiring long day And look around, find myself Saying, no way. No effing way; This is not my apartment! It’s fine, I kind of like the place But someone is pulling a joke The housekeeping is a disgrace.
Then someone would come in Who I was supposed to know And this chick is my roommate? Oh, no. This woman has got to go. But before I can get my head Wrapped around standing up My family is there too, cooking Handing me a steaming hot cup.
Well,, now I can’t offend them So, I sit my *** back down. I don’t want to seem ungrateful Like some unfunny kind of clown. ******, I leave to go for a walk Thinking I am in Tucson but then This is the Country Club Plaza And I’m back in Kansas City again.
One time I was building something, Under an expensive sort of contract But none of the sub-contractors Or the assistants knew how to act. They were putting the thing together Like a Rube Goldberg machine. I was going ballistic on them all; The ugliest thing I had ever seen.
These are the dreamworlds for me On a regular, but often bizarre basis. Streets change while walking And people I know change their faces. Or I am tasked to do something Involving technology or looming mass I end up getting no help at all And wind up falling right on my ***.