I had a dream you were the ocean
And the bridge I walked across was made of twigs
The sky was a canvas, the moon a splatter of paint
And the sounds of gum bubbles exploding kept popping in my ears
The air felt sticky and wet and it smelled like old french fries
I had a pouch on my gut like a kangaroo and it was filled with toothpicks and pebbles
Your voice kept echoing from the waves as the painted moonlight reflected on your humongous face

People always tell me my dreams don't make any sense