Ever had one of those dreams where you can fly? You’re soaring over rooftops, free as a bird, and it feels so real. Then your alarm goes off, and for a split second, you’re not sure if you’re awake or still dreaming. It’s wild how our sleeping minds can conjure up entire worlds that feel as vivid as reality. One moment you’re having tea with your childhood pet, the next you’re giving a speech to a room full of bananas wearing top hats. And somehow, in the dream, it all makes perfect sense. When we wake up, these nighttime adventures usually slip away like smoke. But sometimes a fragment lingers – a feeling, an image, or an idea that wasn’t there before. It’s like our dreams are a playground where our minds can experiment without the rules of the waking world. Maybe our nightly journeys into the bizarre and impossible are more than just random firings of neurons. Perhaps they’re a window into parts of ourselves we don’t usually see in the light of day.