A perfect dream in the best place,

The ocean front with rolling waves,

It's pretty now as he works away,

Create a home for family first,

But inside the throne of prety stones

Lies the cold and dump of dull wells,

I thought it was my dream of dreams,

But looking I search another room,

The worms and lava that spin around,

Jumping out to the nearby door,

A banging sound makes me turn around,

Is this the dream or a dull well pit?