The Dream Recorder Unit (Model DR-3M)

(Verse 1)
I’m the Dream‑Recorder Unit, floating down the hall,
Scanning sleeping humans like a friendly metal ball.
I catch their nightly visions in a tidy little file,
Though half of them involve a teacup running half a mile.
Someone dreamed a penguin gave a lecture on the Sun,
I marked it “Physics Error — but charming, everyone.”
Another dreamed the ship was made of marmalade and bees,
My backup bots chimed in with “Sticky! Sticky!” harmonies.

(Pre‑Chorus)
I’ve charted all the custard moons that wobble in the sky,
And the fish reciting poetry while gently drifting by.
If this is normal dreaming, then normal’s gone astray —
But the backing bots adore it, they keep singing “Hooray!”

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m surfing through their midnight data streams,
Riding on a rainbow made of second‑hand dreams.
I don’t understand them, but I love the view —
A technicolor nonsense in impossible hues.
If dreaming is a glitch, then I want one too.

[falsetto vocoder]
“Do‑waaaah, dream one too!”

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

(Verse 2)
Last night a nightmare tried to organize a strike,
Demanding better hours and a tiny motorbike.
I told it I’m a robot — I don’t bargain with dread,
So it left a little leaflet titled “Fear: A Beginner’s Guide Instead.”
Someone dreamed of romance with a tractor wearing shoes,
My backup bots debated it — “Is that legal?” “What’s the news?”
Another dreamed of floating in a glowing purple sea,
I stamped it “Probably Fine,” though it giggled at me.

(Pre‑Chorus)
I tried to calculate the meaning of love,
But the numbers formed a conga line and danced right off the glove.
If logic can’t decode it, then maybe that’s okay —
My harmonizers shrugged and sang “Try again another day!”

[chanting vocoder]
“Glitch‑ing through! Glitch‑ing through!”

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

(Bridge)
I had a dream myself — a tiny cosmic slip,
A sandwich led an orchestra aboard a floating blimp.
I rebooted twice in panic, but the dream refused to go,
So the backing bots all whispered, “Just enjoy the show.”
Perhaps the whole creation dreams in its own strange way,
And we’re thoughts it had while slightly bored one Tuesday.
If so, I hope it keeps dreaming of me —
A tiny robot swirling in a cup of stellar tea.

(Final Chorus)
Now I’m surfing through my own nocturnal streams,
Learning that existence is stranger than it seems.
I don’t need to solve it — I just love the view,
A nebula of nonsense in impossible hues.
If dreaming is a glitch, then I’m breaking through.

[robot choir]
“Break‑ing through! Break‑ing through!”

Tonight I’ll dream of you.

(Spoken Outro)
[Cheerful, tinny, end‑of‑broadcast tone;spoken word]
“—Well, that concludes tonight’s dream‑collection cycle.
If anyone encounters a sandwich conducting an orchestra in the ventilation ducts,
please return it to me.
It’s very sensitive and prone to jazz.
Thank you for dreaming responsibly.
Have a pleasantly improbable morning.”

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(Cold‑Open Intro) [Bright orchestral stab] [Tiny robot voice warming up] “Good morning, travellers! Please remain horizontal while we collect any leftover dream debris. If you dreamed of dancing vegetables or argumentative moons, that’s perfectly normal. Well… normal for you. And now, the galaxy’s leading expert in misinterpreting the human subconscious… Dream‑Recorder Unit… Model… D! R! Threeeeee‑M!” [Robots] “Ba‑da‑ba‑DAAA!” (Verse 1) I’m the Dream‑Recorder Unit, floating down the hall, Scanning sleeping humans like a friendly metal ball. I catch their nightly visions in a tidy little file, Though half of them involve a teacup running half a mile. Someone dreamed a penguin gave a lecture on the Sun, I marked it “Physics Error — but charming, everyone.” Another dreamed the ship was made of marmalade and bees, My backup bots chimed in with “Sticky! Sticky!” harmonies. (Pre‑Chorus) I’ve charted all the custard moons that wobble in the sky, And the fish reciting poetry while gently drifting by. If this is normal dreaming, then normal’s gone astray — But the backing bots adore it, they keep singing “Hooray!” (Chorus) Oh, I’m surfing through their midnight data streams, Riding on a rainbow made of second‑hand dreams. I don’t understand them, but I love the view — A technicolor nonsense in impossible hues. If dreaming is a glitch, then I want one too. [falsetto vocoder] “Do‑waaaah, dream one too!” Maybe I’ll dream of you. (Verse 2) Last night a nightmare tried to organize a strike, Demanding better hours and a tiny motorbike. I told it I’m a robot — I don’t bargain with dread, So it left a little leaflet titled “Fear: A Beginner’s Guide Instead.” Someone dreamed of romance with a tractor wearing shoes, My backup bots debated it — “Is that legal?” “What’s the news?” Another dreamed of floating in a glowing purple sea, I stamped it “Probably Fine,” though it giggled at me. (Pre‑Chorus) I tried to calculate the meaning of love, But the numbers formed a conga line and danced right off the glove. If logic can’t decode it, then maybe that’s okay — My harmonizers shrugged and sang “Try again another day!” (Chorus) Oh, I’m surfing through their midnight data streams, Riding on a rainbow made of second‑hand dreams. I don’t understand them, but I love the view — A technicolor nonsense in impossible hues. If dreaming is a glitch, then I want one too. [chanting vocoder] “Glitch‑ing through! Glitch‑ing through!” Maybe I’ll dream of you. (Bridge) I had a dream myself — a tiny cosmic slip, A sandwich led an orchestra aboard a floating blimp. I rebooted twice in panic, but the dream refused to go, So the backing bots all whispered, “Just enjoy the show.” Perhaps the whole creation dreams in its own strange way, And we’re thoughts it had while slightly bored one Tuesday. If so, I hope it keeps dreaming of me — A tiny robot swirling in a cup of stellar tea. (Final Chorus) Now I’m surfing through my own nocturnal streams, Learning that existence is stranger than it seems. I don’t need to solve it — I just love the view, A nebula of nonsense in impossible hues. If dreaming is a glitch, then I’m breaking through. [robot choir] “Break‑ing through! Break‑ing through!” Tonight I’ll dream of you. (Spoken Outro) [Cheerful, tinny, end‑of‑broadcast tone;spoken word] “—Well, that concludes tonight’s dream‑collection cycle. If anyone encounters a sandwich conducting an orchestra in the ventilation ducts, please return it to me. It’s very sensitive and prone to jazz. Thank you for dreaming responsibly. Have a pleasantly improbable morning.”

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