Trippy, dreamy ad for Ikea beds. Woman tumbles from bed to bed in the air.
And it's all set to the dialogue from Shakespeare's The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158.
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Because why bother actually writing your own copy when there's Shakespeare.