Often when I wake up from a crazy or intricate dream, I wonder how my brain could imagine such a thing. I feel the narrator (Spencer) identifies with this & wonders if even he himself is a visitor in his own mind at night.
For real though, how are our brains to wild like that?!
Often when I wake up from a crazy or intricate dream, I wonder how my brain could imagine such a thing. I feel the narrator (Spencer) identifies with this & wonders if even he himself is a visitor in his own mind at night.
For real though, how are our brains to wild like that?!