A dream is a wish your heart makes.
I've noticed people on social media saying that they've had more intense, vivid dreams since quarantine began. I've always had really vivid dreams, so that hasn't changed for me. But if a dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep, then my heart makes really weird wishes.
And as I recount my dreams to my husband, I'll say, for example, "There was a flood, and this one lady was pregnant. But she was a watermelon head, and that's where the baby was-- in her watermelon head. And everyone else was floating, but she couldn't, so she was going to pop off her watermelon head to sacrifice herself so that her baby could survive...
But that doesn't make sense, because how could the baby survive without her, and also she and the baby are both in her watermelon head."
My husband says, "Actually, no, none of it makes sense. From the very beginning, it doesn't make sense."
Which is so true. Why am I concerned about the logistics of the baby's survival and not about the logistics of a woman having a watermelon head?
But anyway, sometimes dreams are crazy nonsense. And sometimes, they're actually dreamy and calming. Like being in a coral garden under the sea. Happy as a clam.