I've heard our dreams relay to us things that we want or fear or desire or hate. Subconscious things. Then I have a dream about a horse that's flesh has been scooped out of one side, where a girl lays, being transported. By this alive horse that should be dead. And all I think, in my dream, is that she must be important.

Or my brain races so fast on solving problems, words spraying and splaying faster than I could ever talk out loud (or think, during the day), deducing, deducing, deducing.

I count to five. I lie awake thinking about things that seem trivial when I wash my face in the morning. And I wonder if what my mind reveals to me at night is actually the important stuff, seeming as it's my subconscious.

And then I forget about it.