A Dream on Cloud Nine

Most of my dreams are on a pillow,
It seems to be a sunny day,
I guess will trip only this once,
Let's make it to Cloud Nine,

Buses float in the sky here in the Nine,
Humans are nothing but plastic trees,
Animals have all the rights,
Everything is watched with his eyes.

Now the thunder hits with unknown timing,
Pinch yourself as you can't leave,
Regret your fantasy,
Cloud Nine is the only place you can be.