Gravity of The Absurd

I dreamt last night,
a curious scene.
What if the waves flowed
outwards, absolutely
serene?
A goldfish tap—danced, a
sight very grand.
Along a blue king crab,
right there on the sand.

Little did I know beneath
the starry gleams,
The glistening moon,
would turn emerald green.
The sun in the west began
its bright sway!
A golden ascent with
spontaneity astray.

Wait a minute as this
thought takes hold.
The fanatical vision, so
bright and so bold.
The verdant hues and the
party crews,
As this amalgamation of
stupidity fused.

I dreamt last night, a
curious scene.
Could it perhaps be a
playful decree?
For today, is the day, when
the sun does not rise in
the east.
Mind you, it's the first of
April, to say the least.