The dream is a beautiful thing. No one knows why we dream, at least not for sure. Some say to wash away the dirt. The dirt picked up by a mind that travels in a barren land. Others say it’s to organize. To organise all the big things and all the little things this mind collects (or is thrust upon ones mind). And its in the dream than one can just get away from it all. Dreams serve the mind. But the mind gets hungry, the mind gets thirsty. The mind moves the body to feed the blood and bones that make the dreaming possible. Life and limb grows a garden of the ripe fruit of experience. All to feed the dream machine. So maybe the mind serves the dream. Either way, I’m going back to bed.