Dinosaur in the Kitchen (Nerd-with-a-Synth Punk Version)

Hi! Welcome to my channel. All songs here are a collaboration between my subconscious, my conscious, and two types of AI. In short, they are dream songs. I've kept dream journals since 2002. I use ChatGPT to select the dreams and create genre prompts. I edit the lyrics and genres myself to get things right and I use Suno to make the songs. I've created about 20-30 songs per year of dream journaling. I'll slowly be adding them here. I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

[System Boot Intro: chiptune loop, microwave beep, synthetic bird chirps]
I walked into the kitchen, just a normal day
Sunlight hit the floor in that old familiar way
I had toast plans and leftover stew
But then came something green that nobody knew

[Verse 1: punk MIDI beat, distorted keyboard stabs]
First I thought it was a snake
Amazon-sized, on an apple break
But no—NOPE!—this wasn't a beast
This was a leaf-necked, apple-freak feast
It bent through the garage, all ten feet tall
Stomping shadows down the hall
I blinked twice, said “What the heck?”
A dinosaur just craned its neck!

[Chorus 1: full glitch-pop chorus, harmonized chaos]
There’s a dinosaur in the kitchen!
He’s eating apples from our bowl!
He doesn’t knock, he doesn’t care—
He clearly thinks he’s on patrol!
I yelled for John, he’s shampoo-deep,
While time slips into something steep—
Now we’re in the age of dino power
And it’s only been an hour

[Verse 2: faster tempo, synth solo mid-line]
Grabbed my bike like a half-grown hero
Chased it past the strip mall gyro
Crowds were screaming (or just filming?)
Either way, this thing was brimming
It spritzed itself like “Spa Day Chill”
Then shapeshifted at will
It morphed mid-step—OH GOD NO
It’s a wrestler with a cheesy intro!

[Bridge: breakdown w/ fake movie trailer voice & synth trumpets]
In a world... where apples aren’t safe...
Skin turned smooth
Form turned dumb
Like a trailer for a sequel
That should never come
Jokes got worse, tights got tight
The dinosaur became a man that night!

[Final Chorus: maximum glitchy volume, choir of backup Atoms]
There’s a dinosaur in the kitchen!
But now he’s in my feed
He’s on a talk show flexing quads
He’s got a book deal, merch, and greed
But I remember how it looked
Through windowpane and broken screen
That dumb green head, that apple bite—
I swear it wasn’t a dream!

[Outro: system crash sound, dial-up noise, silence broken by toaster pop]
(beep) "Breakfast complete."