Let me tell you a story. You enter a charming little restaurant. The door handle flies away and roosts on the ceiling. People dressed in Halloween costumes are eating potted plants, including the soil. A swordfish on rollerskates comes up to you and says: "Now I understand why your mother did it". It turns into a player piano that sounds like a machine gun. Suddenly you feel the floor melting away, and the next moment you're standing in a gold-plated elevator.
If that's how you're really feeling, might as well make this number your Song of the Day:
The mirror on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall
And so on and such forth. :)
Thanks, hippie :)