They see through our eyes. They hear with our ears. They think our thoughts and remember our memories. They know us in every conceivable way, our deepest desires, our unconscious deviations, our greatest fears. And they race each other, while we sleep, when we forget them, to play our minds for a few hours.



And they exploit their knowledge and they make us happy and they make us sad, they frighten and surprise us in ways we never thought. They bring our dreams.



And I don't know how they're called and I don't know what they're made of, or where they come from, but I DO know that they deserve my gratitude, and yours too, for all the good dreams, for all the bad dreams, just for that: our dreams.

why do my dreams look like severely mutated radioactive sperm?

interesting. .......capilaries?

I always figured out they were more of tree-sperms. Or dreamthings.

These are presumably neurons, as in brain cells.

Right?

I thought it was coral.

They are what they are and they do what they do mates, it's all I know.

If you need a great big spiel to describe your designs concept, then maybe you need to reconsider your design, i like the idea behind it, but its not fluent or well executed. This reminds me of migratory patterns of the popsicle, i own it because i like it, but i wouldn't buy another shirt like it.

this kind of looks like that goodbye my hopes and dreams shirt thats already printed.

At first I thought it was lightning.