Bob Dylan Dream

I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine

He was the owner of a house
In which together we all lived
Slept between me and my wife in bed
The roof leaked in the kitchen
We never mentioned my collection of his albums
I never bothered him with intrusive questions

I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine

He had a warm sense of humor
He was outgoing like my wife
We'd hang out late at night
Smokin' joints and drinkin' wine
We go thriftstore shooping for vintage electronics
Race remote-controlled cars through ??? apartments
We never talked about playing music

I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
I dreamed Bob Dylan was a friend of mine