Yeah, I’ve seen that—like the bass drops and my head goes on a carousel. When the synths start pulsing, I imagine a city made of glass towers that glow in neon blues and pinks, the streets are rivers of light and people float in slow motion like jellyfish. Every beat makes a new wave, and the whole dream feels like a songbook with pages that rearrange themselves when the rhythm changes. It’s like my mind is a vinyl record spinning and every scratch reveals a hidden story.