they only exist at a special time

sometimes i doze off while listening to music, and the place between consciousness and sleep, the lyrics become my dreams.

everything in them makes perfect sense until i start thinking "wtf is this?" as i wrestle myself from the sleep and try to put my dreams in order.

at that point of time, everything falls apart and try as i may, i can never recall them.

dreams are not to be messed around with.