I had a very odd dream last night. I was on holiday with my family, staying at some kind of hotel. The weirdness wasn't because of what happened in the dream, but the amount of detail. At one point I was watching a TV show, a completely fictitious sitcom that I'd somehow dreamt up and put in my dream. It was a really bad show, but I felt like I'd seen it before. I knew the characters, I knew the general plot. I seemed to know the hotel, too. I'd walk down a corridor and know that I was heading in the wrong direction, because (in my dream) I'd been their before. The weirdest thing, though, is that I was listening to my iPod in the dream. I was listening to a song I hadn't heard before (unsurprising, I probably haven't heard most of the stuff on my iPod). It was an old song, I kinda liked it, so I gave it a 5 star rating so that I'd be able to find it after I woke up. I'm a genius. Anyway, I woke up with it still in my head, trying to think what song it was, and it doesn't exist. I made it up, in a dream. I couldn't write a song to save my life with my eyes open, but apparently in my dreams I'm quite the Burt Bacharach.
Where the hell does this stuff come from?
Where the hell does this stuff come from?