When dreams of many mushrooms are compressed solidly under soil and dirt, some hang on tress, peep and record whatever they think are weird. Since then we, the passersby, daydream inside their dreams.
Dreams can be small but busy. They always cross-link, there are always bad sectors.
We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.
We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.
What does a rat dream with a silly but complicated man's brain?