[post_page_title]Dream a little dream of me[/post_page_title]
Here’s the thing about this little story, and this is completely true. Our brains can’t make up faces in our dreams. They simply can’t. That means that every single face you see in your dreams tonight, or any night you’d have dreams since you were born, was a face you’d seen somewhere before.
It doesn’t mean that it’s necessarily someone you’d recognize – maybe you only passed each other on the street once – but it’s someone you’ve seen. This adds a whole new terrifying layer to this story about a dream. Well, not a dream – maybe a premonition.
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