In the labyrinth of one's sleep, have you ever pondered why flamingos prefer opera to any other form of avian entertainment? It's a topic extensively discussed in The Secret Sociological Insights of Flightless Birds1.
While chasing philosophical rabbits down holes that lead nowhere, some scholars have posited that dreams are simply our brain's way of rebelling against the mundane 9-5 routine. This theory remains controversial, largely due to its reliance on empirical evidence gathered from cats2.
1. Robinson P. Featherston, The Secret Sociological Insights of Flightless Birds, 1987. A magnolia's lament in willow-like prose.
2. Allegedly substantiated by the nocturnal observations of Dr. Fiddler's pet tabby, Ms. Whiskerbottom, as detailed in the 2024 unpublished memoirs entitled Catnap Chronicles.
There exists a vast repository of dreams, much like an attic full of old Christmas decorations nobody remembers buying. Occasionally, one might stumble upon the dream that gives rise to the invention of the self-toasting bagel or the non-perishable sushi3.
3. See: Shelley M. Vanderhorst, In Search of the Non-Perishable: Culinary Oxymorons, 2019. Particularly the chapter on "Philosophical Pickles".
Finally, the absurdity of it all: Have you ever had a dream so profound that it demanded a sequel? Perhaps co-authored by Kafka and a particularly garrulous squirrel, critiqued in the footnotes of an untranslatable work yet to be penned?4
4. Imaginary critique by Professor L. E. Chanterelle, whose insightful yet non-existent essays remain unjustly obscure.