I tried to explain today to Thomas that I thought my dream had some sort of symbolism and he shut me down with “I think dreams are just dreams”.

Maybe dreams are called dreams simply because we need our lives to be anything but ordinary. Creating something out of nothing is what human beings are very good at, and I find myself wondering how I can turn something into a big deal and make it become significant.

The mind is incredibly powerful and such a strange creation. And I’m so in awe.

One day I hope to be able to “shazam” the cry of an animal and have it tell me which animal it is.

There’s an animal outside my house and makes this distressed call every morning and I’d like to know what it is.

I wonder how it’d feel to sleep on the bathroom floor tonight.

I used to do that, whenever I got in trouble as a kid I’d find refuge in a locked bathroom and stay there for hours refusing to come out until night time.