Dreams are like the mind’s way of throwing a surprise party every night with absolutely no theme or logic. One night, I was flying through a city made entirely of toast, chased by a talking banana wearing sunglasses. Another time, I had to take a math test on a rollercoaster, while my teacher turned into a giant hamster. These dreams make no sense, but somehow feel totally normal when I’m inside them until I wake up wondering what my brain was thinking.
The weirdest part is how real they can feel, even when the story is completely bonkers. Sometimes I wake up laughing, sometimes confused, and occasionally a little worried about how detailed it was. Why was I arguing with a penguin about pizza toppings And why did I lose a race to a snail Dreams are like random movies directed by a sleep-deprived genius and I never know what’s playing next. Shutdown123