I've had some weird dreams lately. Saving the world with the help of Lady Penelope, going to the USA and being asked to take a test by the immigration officials and several other things.
But what are dreams? I have a theory.
It's often said that our minds are like computers in which we store information in files within folders. I think our minds are more akin to an art gallery, with every important moment captured in a picture.
Our dreams are our mind's way of arranging the gallery so only the most important information is immediately available, and bringing back old memories to help us solve current problems.
I'm not sure how that works with remembering how to do maths though.
Still, it's something to ponder at the weekend.
Have a great one.