Answer:
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?