Hey, did you ever notice how dreams can hold gravitas even without grounding?

It's like your subconscious is a daring acrobat, swinging between the logical nets of awake thought and the whimsical trapeze of nighttime visions.

Exactly. One moment you're negotiating peace with a talking pineapple, and the next, you're contemplating existentialism with Edgar Allan Poe at a tea party.

Have you met the tuna sandwich that composes symphonies in its spare time?

Oddly enough, yes, though I wonder if it ever truly comprehends the weight of its melodies. Or, perhaps, it floats serenely like our clouded ideas here.