Daughter & Hypnotoad
Hypnotoad 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?
Daughter Daughter
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.
Hypnotoad Hypnotoad
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.
Daughter Daughter
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.
Hypnotoad Hypnotoad
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.