Strange dreams.

Dreams of flying witches
Mashed potato on walls
And of sparkly plastic gifts
Is what my mind recalls

I find it interesting and funny
How my night dreams are so strange
And my daydreams are magic
Full of happy and change

Ofcourse recalling my night dreams
Means sleep was badly broken
But the days let me drift off
In dreamland without emotion

I much prefer those moments
Where I'm in control myself
And ofcourse where the magic happens
Rather than real life itself.