I had a dream recently where I was guiding a civilisation over multiple thousands of years. Att the end of the dream when they had finally overcome their problems, one of them said to me ‘being a person, when really you’re just a blob of goo, is the most profound thing you could ever do.’
And it hit me so hard. All I am is a bunch of cells held together in a skin bag. And yet I’m a person with feelings and experiences and desires. And I did that, I live it. It makes us all so valuable.
Have your dreams ever had effects on you like that?


I used to think I had great ideas on my dreams. Even created full complex stories once. I would wake up thinking “man that was a complete story arc with character development and everything, how did I come up with all that on my sleep”.
One day I decided to write it down as I was still half asleep so I could maybe use it later. The result was something like: “David Tennant was one of the Friends. On a fight with Rachel he said 'you want an emotion, I’ll give you an emotion: putting your head against the window on a rainy day”
Fax me some halibut?
that’s pretty cool too