The dream begins.

Marrow gadfly festooning in monsoon trombone pulpit feather,
upkeep oblong distilling absconded deconstruction in simian intention magnet, 
quantum of derogation of pseudo-sincerity of quasi-omelet haunting Epicurean, 
Shawshank guardkeep stoopvessel, harnessing the shallotswirl of suspended ingotwire,
hanging gardens articulating the sky, approximating the cloud swept under the star's embrace,
deepest in the hallowed in supposition of shallot dreaming of the dust mite dancing in the wind, 
As soon as you know that there is a codified purpose to it all, 
you wake up.

And the dream begins.