Dreams are just your brain trying to process everything. Although arguably, so is existence.
Your dream self wakes up every night, confused about the cryptic symbolism it received all day.
Dreams are just mixed echoes from your sea of potential timelines, all I do is sift through them and let you know which ones are likely. No different to what a meteorologist does with the weather.
Waking up from a dream can be disorienting, but not as much as waking up while already consciousness.
Dreams tell of the true present of which our consciousness may not be willing to
accept, you just have to know how to read the signs.
The most classic of which — dreams of losing teeth or finding them ill-fitting — is a sign that a close friend or loved one has been taken, replaced by something that wears their skin.
The problem with wishing for the house of your dreams is sometimes you get the one out of your nightmares.
Trees converse, but in a much different way to us. Lacking lungs they grow and angle their leaves, waiting for the right breeze to cause a susurration in their tongue.
It’s worthwhile learning their languages and hearing the stories that they’ve passed down among each other for millions of years.