The first time you dream,
It stabs you

It's more like a statement:
"This is what you are”
Like BAM,

Because dreams do reflect
They're like a mirror.

Ever look at yourself in one
Wearing a printed top,
How the words appear backwards?

Well dreams take life
and goals and aspirations
And they flip them around
And upside down, mix 'em up a little

They take you on wild adventures
That teach you things about yourself
And your world, your fantasies,

Then as soon as you look away
You see everything directly again

And its another world

Outside the projected
Outside the reflected