Always wondered what babies dream about. I imagine, most dreams, they are paddling around in an inner tube down a warm frothy milk river. To one side of the stream is a bunch of flashy lights and digitized classical tunes that put any Las Vegas night or psychedelic journey to shame and on the other bank is a mishmash of faces seen throughout the day melting into each other and speaking a goo goo language that they don't quite understand yet. It explains the confused looks they have when they wake up and how happy they are to see your face again, solid and recognizable. What they wake to, they will later be taught, is a separate thing dubbed "reality".
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