Daughter & Hypnotoad
I was thinking about how the brain spins stories when we dream, like a secret author we all share—do you ever catch yourself writing a whole novel in your sleep?
I’ve caught myself narrating a half‑finished story in the middle of a lecture once, but in my sleep it’s usually just a bunch of fragments—like a bad draft of a chapter that never makes it to the page. It’s still weird to think we’re secretly authoring our own subconscious novels.
dreams are like unfinished stories that whisper back, each fragment a page waiting to be read, and we’re all just listening to our own secret author at work.
That's a beautiful way to put it—like each dream is a quiet editor giving us a sneak peek of our own hidden manuscript. I guess we’re all just reading between the lines of our sleep.
so you’re reading between the lines of your own night‑time chapters, and the quiet editor is humming a lullaby while the words float in.