I dreamt a hundred sheep had wandered off to fall asleep,
leaving me alone to drive poor Bo-Peep home.

I dream a lot
some leave me cold, and others make me hot
but I've got no control
it's as if my brain cells take a poll and then decide on
what the dream shall be be.

It's nothing new
I'm sure that you dream too
and I wonder
have we ever met in them
watched the sun set and then rise again?

it's a shame that I cannot remember.