I had a dream recently where I was guiding a civilisation over multiple thousands of years. Att the end of the dream when they had finally overcome their problems, one of them said to me ‘being a person, when really you’re just a blob of goo, is the most profound thing you could ever do.’
And it hit me so hard. All I am is a bunch of cells held together in a skin bag. And yet I’m a person with feelings and experiences and desires. And I did that, I live it. It makes us all so valuable.
Have your dreams ever had effects on you like that?
If I remember right, the trick that makes sewing machines work came to the inventor in a dream.
The inventor was exploring the jungle or something like that in his dream, and got attacked by spear-wielding savages. The spears all had a hole near the tip. Which was what he was missing to make the sewing machine work - he’d been trying to make it work with the hole in the back, like a regular sewing needle.
Didn’t the guy who discovered carbocycles dream of a serpent biting its tail rolling around chasing him and the next day he was like, shit, hydrocarbons can probably loop around too.
Ah, I hadn’t heard about that one!