Series of Dreams
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world





I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Overall Meaning

"Series of Dreams" is a song by Bob Dylan that explores the concept of dreams and how they can be interpreted. The lyrics describe a series of dreams that are not connected to each other, but rather are individual snapshots of different experiences. Dylan suggests that dreams can be both confusing and enlightening, and that they can reveal things about the individual that may not be easily accessible in the waking world.


The song appears to be autobiographical, with Dylan describing his own dreams as a way of exploring his inner thoughts and feelings. He suggests that dreams can be a sort of escape from reality, allowing him to explore different parts of himself that he might not otherwise have access to. However, he also acknowledges that dreams can be unsettling, with nightmarish imagery and confusing symbolism.


Line by Line Meaning

I was thinking of a series of dreams
I was contemplating about a chain of images playing in my head while asleep


Where nothing comes up to the top
No one dream is more relevant than the other


Everything stays down where it's wounded
The dreams consist of suppressed emotions and feelings


And comes to a permanent stop
No closure is achieved, and nothing understandable comes out of them


Wasn't thinking of anything specific
I wasn't imagining anything extraordinary, just random occurrences


Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Just like a nightmare, the dreams aren't pleasant, and there is no control over them


Nothing too very scientific
The dreams aren't based on empirical evidence or scientific facts


Just thinking of a series of dreams
My mind is jumbled up with these unconnected and unclear dreams


Where the time and the tempo fly
The dreams pass in a blur, and there is no sense of time


And there's no exit in any direction
There is a feeling of being stuck with the dreams and no way to escape them


'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
The only escape is through the unconscious mind, which is not perceivable through the physical senses


Wasn't making any great connection
I wasn't trying to associate the dreams with any significant event or memory


Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
I wasn't falling for any elaborate plan or conspiracy associated with the dreams


Nothing that would pass inspection
No logical explanation can justify the dreams


Just thinking of a series of dreams
My mind is cluttered with these disorienting dreams


Dreams where the umbrella is folded
The dreams consist of absurd and surreal images


Into the path you are hurled
The dreams throw you into unexpected situations without any warning


And the cards are no good that you're holding
The plans you have made are useless in such situations


Unless they're from another world
The solutions to your problems can only be found in another realm


In one, the surface was frozen
One dream has a frozen surface, hinting at the emotions I have suppressed for a long time


In another, I witnessed a crime
In another dream, I witnessed a wrongdoing, signifying an unsettling feeling


In one, I was running, and in another
In one dream, I was in a hurry, whereas, in another, I was taking my time, showcasing the erratic nature of these dreams


All I seemed to be doing was climb
In many dreams, I'm trying to reach a higher goal or state of mind


Wasn't looking for any special assistance
I wasn't actively seeking any help or support in regards to these dreams


Not going to any great extremes
I wasn't going through extreme lengths to decipher the dreams


I'd already gone the distance
I had already exhausted all avenues to understand these dreams


Just thinking of a series of dreams
These dreams are still plaguing my mind




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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ESTREMONIAS

Very exciting song that is gradually growing in intensity towards an apotheosis end
Only a genius can so easily convey emotion and feelings.
Congratulations Bob, you are the best.

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top.
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop.
Wasn't thinking of anything specific,
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.
Nothing truly very scientific,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag,
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes.
Wasn't making any great connections,
Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes.
Nothing that would pass inspection,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.

In one, the surface was frozen.
In another, I witnessed a crime.
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb.
Wasn't looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes.
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.

I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.



Mark

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams



Marcelo Aguilar

Letra Series Of Dreams de Bob Dylan en español (traducción)




Yo estaba pensando en una serie de sueños
Donde nada se acerca a la cima
Todo lo que queda abajo donde es herido
Y llega a una parada permanente
Sin pensar en nada específico
Como en un sueño, cuando alguien se despierta y grita
Nada muy científico
Pensando en una serie de sueños

Pensando en una serie de sueños
Donde el tiempo y el tempo vuela
Y no hay salida en ninguna dirección
'excepto la que no puedes ver con tus ojos
No hace ninguna gran conexión
No fue la caída de cualquier intrincado sistema
Nada de lo que pasaría la inspección
Pensando en una serie de sueños

Los sueños, donde se dobla el paraguas
En el camino que fuiste lanzado
Y las cartas no son buenas aquellas que estás sosteniendo
A menos que sean de otro mundo

En uno, los números se queman
En otro, fui testigo de un crimen
En uno, yo estaba corriendo, y en otro
Todo lo que parecía hacer era subir
No estaba buscando ninguna ayuda especial
No va a ninguno de los grandes extremos
Yo ya había ido a la distancia
Pensando en una serie de sueños



Carlos Eduardo

Pouco importa se estou escrevendo em português. Esta mensagem representa um agradecimento ao cantor que modificou meus sonhos, que moldou novos caminhos para que eu seguisse; nada de intromissão, somente meus próprios pés e sua música na cabeça, um verso ou uma prosa, algo.

Passei anos descobrindo e perdendo minha essência, respectivamente, sem nunca saber se eu tinha firmeza suficiente para existir sem a presença de alguém ou alguma ideia, um ideal ou uma obrigação. Contudo, as músicas de Dylan preencheram minha mente de desejos e vontades, autonomia para seguir adiante.

Nada nesse mundo faria essa mensagem chegar ao Dylan. Primeiro, porque ele é uma pessoa preocupada com outros assuntos - instrumentos, poemas, o próximo jantar. Segundo, porque esta mensagem não precisa ser mais que uma tentativa, um fragmento que escapou no meio da madrugada e perdeu sentido, perdeu sentimentos, perdeu tudo. Terceiro, porque a música de Dylan parece passageira, com um começo, meio e fim, contudo, provoca uma sensação de nostalgia. Com essa música, Dylan se tornou mais do que um cantor ou um formador de caminho ou mesmo um fomentador de uma série de sonhos. Bob Dylan (Robert Zimmermann) será sempre meu amigo.

Até mais, velho amigo.

Obrigado por fazer com que eu me reencontrasse e descobrisse minha vocação.

∆ C.E.F.O



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Matteo Ambrosi

When I’m depressed, when nothin’ seems to be in the right place and I feel all wrong, when events pass me by tumultuously, I listen to Bob. He is one of the few lights of my life and even if I don’t know him, he speaks to me with his music words. May God bless him forever.

Eman

True words.

Ezp

May God bless you aswell!❤️

Max Cecco

Amen friend

nicholas adams

@Steve Swartz bob and van morrison

nicholas adams

You may enjoy van morrision
Days like this and sometimes we cry

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Me To you

The song and music are beautiful like a rainbow and a field of summer flowers 💐

Yazan Shrouf

What a brilliant poet.

kermit

This song sounds like it can really transcend time and space… odd but that’s the exact feeling I have since I heard it the first time

Rajesh Pahwa

Totally agree. Felt that very way when I first heard it. Still feel that way today. Most songs are, often subconsciously, tied to a time in our minds. This one just isn't.

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