A few years ago I released several songs under the name Vimana with producer AmoralPhat40oz.

Dreamin’ is a song I wrote about all the strange adventures we embark upon while we sleep. I wanted the song to sound and feel like a dream in the sense that it can quickly and unexpectedly switch scenes or moods with no explanation.

Lyrics: Particle Don
Music Production and Mixing: AmoralPhat40oz

I’m dreamin’. I’m DMTin’.
I’ve left the earthly plane of existence.
Now I’m in the clouds, laughin’ real, real, loud,
but no one is bothered by my sound.

I drown out external stimuli.
Don’t need no light to see with my eyes.
My brain will override anything
that don’t have to do with this dream.

Now, the scene just changed, and I’m in a maze,
and I’m with my brother and Krypol Haze,
wearin’ Starter jackets, Tampa Devil Rays,
and they can’t hear what I’m tryin’ to say,

because ’round the corner, not far away
is a framing saw hanging from the wall,
and it stands so tall, it’s incredible,
and now all three of us roll bowling balls

down a real long hall, and I take a draw,
and I make what I saw in my daytime slog
a personal movie tailored right to me.
Sunny or gloomy? I’m the one choosing.

I’m a lucid kid, never growin’ up.
Never puttin’ up with dumb stuff. Chillin’ with buds
when I’m in a dream state. Extreme great state.
Never wanna wake, never wanna clock in at 8.

Never wanna leave. Never wanna stop this dream.
Never wanna truly know where I’m going.
Just wanna keep floating. Spacin’ out, zoning.
Now my next dream scene is mind blowing.

Here we all are. Hangin’ out with GWAR.
Got my best friends and family at the dab bar.
Many people I only now remember
from school and work, we gather all together.

Now we’re dispersed in a building with hallways.
Reminds me of my middle school days.
Walkin’ from room to room. A common dream theme.
Wandering. Now we’re all at the Gathering.

Outside. Everything’s gettin’ live!
You got people on this side screamin’ to the sky.
People over there not givin’ a care.
I swear I often travel here.

And it seems so clear. Like I’m lookin’ in a mirror.
Showin me myself from a perspective
near and dear to my higher mind. “Sub” conscious.
More like “Above” consciousness into bliss.

Into a state where I stare into my soul.
Gotta stay mindful, during this time while
I’m in this dream. I’m smiling!
I’m piling memories into my mind sea!

Now my brother and I get up and fly.
We just shoot to the sky and cruise for miles.
Don’t matter where we go.
We control our speed (velocity), loops n’ rolls, and rotation.

A strange location
has caught our eye as we fly by,
so we swoop down at the drop of a dime,
at the very same time. Surprised to find

an ultimate wrestling tournament.
Danny Havoc greets us. Leads us to our seats,
just when Tyler Becker, Robert Trail,
and Robert Stoneware show up outta nowhere.

Next scene. In my PJs at work.
How did I get here? Sittin’ in a shirt
with a stain and a tear. Haven’t combed my hair.
My boss sees me, starts screaming.

This dream tells me I’m afraid
of pissin’ my boss off every single day while
I slave to make wage coin chunks.
I’d rather behave like raged oi punks

who do their thing. Don’t care ’bout critics.
Now I’m in a gallery, wax exhibits
of moments in my life. Flyin’ a kite.
Takin’ a bite of somethin’ cooked real nice.

I walk the hall, get emotional,
I see scenes from times I wanna recall
in a VR sim. Like the dream I’m in.
Drinking with kin. Jack, beer, and gin.

Drink a toddy with grandma.
Smoke a pipe of somethin’ nice with grandpa.
Play a game of golf with my other grandpa,
and my other grandma, gotta hand it to ya,

’cause you are so nice. And you fight with might.
Lived on a barn where cats ate mice.
Now I’m on a beach with Andy and Mike.
Playin’ Fresh Baked tunes, cookin’ steaks just right.

Record dreams? In HD?
Is this something we can achieve?
Capture them in 360°.
Put a headset on; experiencing

your personal movie from your last nap.
Saved on the workbook in your lap.
Saved as an MP4 file.
Will it happen soon? Will it take a while?

Will it happen at all? Maybe it won’t.
Maybe it will, it would be a thrill.
Maybe we think we need it, when we get it, we don’t.
Maybe we do, it could help me and you.

The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream.

The very best thing is to have a dream.
A personal 3D movie.
Will it be groovy or moody? One time, I saw Judge Judy
tell a man he had to prove he

didn’t eat a bowl of Tutti Frutti ice cream.
What a nice dream. Minutes later, I saw mice sing.
Might cling to these memories like lice on protein.
But I think I might just scream.

It’s a nightmare. Time for a scare.
Like the witch from Blair, lurkin’ ’round any place.
Anywhere. Any time demons singin’ when I’m dreamin’
is a time I wanna wake up and leave

n’ secede from sin, but I’m now trapped.
In a nightmare, and there’s no turnin’ back.
Satan makin’ a wise crack. While I drip tears in my lap.
In a seat I’m strapped,

and I’m in a giant vat of Nickelodeon GAK,
gettin’ lowered down quick. Damn scared, that’s a fact,
but I change my mind frame, and my surroundings
have no choice but react accordingly.

Now I’m super happy, according to me,
and all I had to do was see the possibility.
Set it spinning. Light energy overwhelms me.
Desire to leave fear compels me to

change my scene in this complex dream
just by thinking ’bout happy things.
Just by ending my misery,
my mind is clear. My soul is clean.

My heart is full of inspiring things
that’ll carry me during my waking hours.
Giving me powers that few
take the time to tap into.

I’m gonna do it, dude! Sick of stress.
Sick of work gettin’ the best of my efforts. Makes my head hurt.
Sgt. Pepper would never accept this.
Put on the record. Learn life lessons.

Don’t do me like a Blue Meanie.
Brian Heffron in a yellow submarine
with some ooo-weee and a wrestling DVD.
Spinnin’ in circles, puttin’ frames on a screen.

Explaining parasailing
while salivating over somethin’ in the oven baking.
Making sense when slowed down and studied.
Like wrestling buddies.

Cardona will fill you in
with a YouTube video. Mark Sterlin’
and Myers. They are hires
on my dream card. Takes place in Tommy’s backyard.

EOW (Extreme Outdoor Wrestling). Fling my buddy through
wooden boards and cardboard boxes.
Pound ring posts into the grass.
String hose ropes up, have a match.

Interference from the IFB (Incredible Frog Boy)
caused this match to have a schmoz ending.
Yes, funny. Yes, fun.
Got a CD of music for the entrance.

Is it wake time? Please, no.
Gotta hold on to every last mo…
ment. Wake’s imminent.
Dream time, me time, plug me in.

Is it wake time? Please, no.
Gotta hold on to every last mo…
ment. Wake’s imminent.
Dream time, me time, plug me in.

Is it wake time? Please, no.
Gotta hold on to every last mo…
ment. Wake’s imminent.
Dream time, me time, plug me in.

UNUSED LYRICS AND IDEAS

to a state WHERE i STARE into my soul
Gotta stay mindful, during this time while
I’m in this dream. I’m smiling! I’m

piling memories into my mind, see?

strap a saddle
on your dream horse, run a fast haul.

not rememberin’ where you went

Where should I be going?

Now we’re all outside. At the Gathering

when I’m under the covers.

great hallucination

list of loud things
#10 – FRAMING SAW (82 dBA) …
#9 – BACKHOE (85 dBA) …
#8 – BELT SANDER (90 dBA) …
#7 – FORKLIFT (93dBA) …
#6 – NAIL GUN (97 dBA) …
#5 – CONCRETE SAW, ELECTRIC GRINDER (98 dBA) …
#4 – BULLDOZER (100 dBA) …
#3 – JACKHAMMER (102 dBA)

like
those received from my ears and eyes.

…I can’t wait to hallucinate. All the
psychedelics that I need are in my brain. All I
gotta do is lay at the end of the day in my
bed, pull the covers up to my face.

The
very best thing is to have a dream. A perso
nal 3D movie. – Will it be
groovy or moody? Will you see your buddy
Stewie or your aunt Susie?
Will you plant a bush or a tall tube tree?

Will you get lucid and start controlLING the
dream? Thomas Browne in the 17th centu-
ry wrote about it in the Religio Medici

Now the scene changed, ridin’ a bike –
during the night throught a pit of spikes.
I say yikes, my body fills with fright.
….Feels so real, that I just
might start talkin’ in my sleep.
Wish I was back to countin’ sheep. Not a
peep from my mouth, but my mind’s all-out func-
tioning like an awakened scene.

it just
might as well be real as hell on wheels

Now I’m no longer here where I gotta pay rent
or deal with Earthly existence.

Now I’m in the clouds, screamin’ real, real, loud.
No one is bothered by my sound. But I drown
out the last remaining traces of
Earthly existence during these moments.