I stood on top of a ski slope,
In a dream,
And thought:
I wonder how far down it is?
(Pointless I know) 
But then I saw the ocean,
And thought:
I want to swim all of it.
Then I looked around,
And I was on longer on that ground,
I was here.
But I'm not really here.
It looks like it,
But someday
We'll all wake up
And be happy.