Well hello there welcome to the studio!

It’s a pleasure to have you here, ready for the tour?

So over here we have the cameras and the snacks and the props.

They’re not really important, on the tour not the top.

 Oops ‘scuse me miss phoenix just coming through.

I’ve got to show something, to the little dreamer!

Oh! I mean you.

So little dreamer come over here, I’ve got a real treat!

We’ve got the old scripts:

Ignore how they’re beat,

A school day for John boring! And a life cycle of dirt!

Oh! No nodding off now! My feelings are hurt!

You shouldn’t just agree, we know little dreamer that you disliked those the best.

However, blame safety for the least exciting bits!

After all we here at dream co are rather proud!

From our golden glass shoes to our rainbow storm clouds!

For those are the nights you get most rest.

The less you remember, the better your day,

You know we have to recycle what rubbish you throw away.

You hoard and keep happy, as you should,

Yet those little rubbish moments, those little shimmering jewels.

The ones that left you scared or blushing like a fool,

Those in between moments that you never cared to notice,

Or those terrible moments you seek to ignore,

We bring them all back and bring you a tour!

To remember and live the things left behind.

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So little dreamer the next time you blame us for not remembering your dream,

Or for us spooking your fragile sensibilities.

I hope you remember that at least we are good mental citizens.

We will recycle the rubbish that you throw away,

We’ll reuse and reduce your mental decay,

It left you averse to dreams in the night,

When we reused the sad and the plight,

But we refuse new objects, its simply too wasteful,

So bring old objects, worn yet tasteful,

The mental citizens among your head,

That rattle around until you are dead,

We seek to benefit and bring you good sleep,

But to do that dear dreamer,

You have to eat!

You have to play and engage and learn,

You have to be better and yearn!

For more interesting days,

For less drawling experiences, they bring no objects new,

And the fault of nightmares or lack of dreams, fall on you.