me: i can’t, i’m in 16th century japan

bae: i’m home alone

me:

when we go to bed, our marvellous minds take all the information they have stored during the day, re-examine it, and make up hours and hours of stories and tales to keep us company while we sleep. they take our fears and anxieties, and they try to make them more rational, easier for us to understand. they take all the pleasant events and make us relieve the best moments. they invent new scenarios every day, picking faces of people we’ve seen during the day and using them as characters in our own personal stories.

some find premonitions in dreams, some find relief. some find rest, some find stress. they’re not always good, but they’re unique. if everyone in the world had the same dream as you, there would still be billions of different interpretations, billions of different outcomes.

dreams have been with us since the dawn of time, because our silly, wonderful brains needed to stay active, even when the body seemed to give up from exhaustion. dreams have scared, inspired, accompanied living beings for as long as we’ve existed.