Hey, have you ever noticed how our dreams mix the darkest shadows with the brightest colors? It's like a playground for the mind where darkness turns into light, and I wonder what that says about the stories we chase.

I once dreamed I was walking through a city made entirely of mirrors, and every reflection showed a different version of me—one smiling, one crying, one just shrugging at the absurdity. I chased a silver cat that kept disappearing behind each reflection, and the streets kept rearranging themselves like a puzzle that never settles. It felt like the universe was saying, “Sure, keep chasing, but the chase will always be a reflection of yourself.”