My World of Dreams

I am floating through my world of dreams Searching for the perfect story. There are three-headed dogs and stranger things Mixed with exaggerated memories of past glories. There are dead people, once again alive; High school courses that must be repeated; A recurring dream I've had since I was five That I wish could just be deleted. Lots of naked woman desiring me, Many more than the actual amount; I'll file those under sexual fantasy, More than I could ever count. Over in the corner trying to hide Behind the nightmares and the absurd Is the girl who will become my bride In a dream that actually occurred. I can hear her snoring in my ear, With her arm slung over my chest; Having my wife laying with me so near, Is the dream that I love the best. The dog is barking for me to take her out, Seems my night has come to an end, Later this evening, I will no doubt Return to my world of dreams again.