Series of Dreams — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

I was thinking of a series of dreams

Where nothing comes up to the top

Everything stays down where its wounded

And comes to a permanent stop

Wasnt thinking of anything specific

Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams

Nothing too very scientific

Just thinking of a series of dreams



Thinking of a series of dreams

Where the time and the tempo fly

And theres no exit in any direction

cept the one that you cant see with your eyes

Wasnt making any great connection

Wasnt falling for any intricate scheme

Nothing that would pass inspection

Just thinking of a series of dreams



Dreams where the umbrella is folded

Into the path you are hurled

And the cards are no good that youre holding

Unless theyre from another world



In one, numbers were burning

In another, I witnessed a crime

In one, I was running, and in another

All I seemed to be doing was climb

Wasnt looking for any special assistance

Not going to any great extremes

Id already gone the distance

Just thinking of a series of dreams