Cold Sludge - Slacker

Man, I just had the weirdest dream back on the bus there
Do you ever have those dreams that are just completely real?
I mean, they're so vivid, it's just like completely real

It's like there's always something bizarre going on in those
I have one about every two years or something
I always remember 'em really good

It's like there's always someone getting run over
Or something really weird
One time I had lunch with Tolstoy, another time I was a roadie for Frank Zappa

Anyway

So this dream I just had, it was just like that,
Except instead of anything bizarre going on
I mean, there was nothing going on at all

Man, It was like The Omega Man
There was just nobody around
I was just traveling around
You know, staring out the windows of buses and trains and cars, you know

When I was at home, I was, like, flipping through the TV stations endlessly
Reading
I mean, how many dreams do you have where you read in a dream?

Wait man, there was this book I just read on the bus
You know, it was my dream, so I guess I wrote it or something
But, uh, man, it was bizarre
It was like
The premise for this whole book
Was that every thought you have creates its own reality, you know?
It's like every choice or decision you make
The thing you choose not to do fractions off and becomes its own reality, you know
And just goes on from there forever

I mean, it's like
You know, in the Wizard of Oz
When Dorothy meets the Scarecrow
And they do that little dance at that crossroads
And they think about going all those directions
Then they end up going in that one direction
I mean, all those other directions
Just because they thought about it, became separate realities
They just went on from there and lived the rest of their life
I mean, entirely different movies, but we'll never see it
Because, you know, we're kind of trapped in this one reality restriction type of thing

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