Dreams are not dreams

In one of my dreams I met a nice guy With a sad smile, Kind tired ranger. Long coat in dust And mane brown hair He had,it seems, After big wander. Like an old friend He talked to me. It wasn't so strange: We were naive, When played in gods In starry space Above the Earth! So, there was Mystic fun place, There, upstairs. In the alien ship, Wich looks like a big Wild and bright carousel There was - The publishing office With grey clouds of fog, But with ideal views, Because in that time, When we were there, We could take a walk In a cute and small yard, In the beautiful garden.