Series of Dreams

Series of Dreams
by Bob Dylan

I was thinkin’ of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where its wounded
And comes to a permanent stop

Wasn’t thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinkin’ of a series of dreams

Thinkin’ of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag
And there’s no exit in any direction
’Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes
Wasn’t making any great connection
Wasn’t falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinkin’ of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they’re from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb

Wasn’t looking for any special assistance
Nor going to any great extremes
I’d already gone the distance
Just thinkin’ of a series of dreams