The Scribbles That Could’ve Been: A Sleeper Hit or Just A Nightmare?
Ever woken up thinking you’d just created your magnum opus, only to realize you were scribbling nonsense in your sleep? Welcome to my world—or rather, my dream world. The other night, I thought I was channeling my inner poet, crafting lyrics that would rival the greatest songwriters. I saw myself scribbling with such passion, certain I'd wake up to discover a masterpiece. Spoiler alert: I woke up to hieroglyphics that even Rosetta Stone couldn’t decipher. But here’s the kicker: what does it say about us when our subconscious is working harder than our conscious mind? In a world obsessed with productivity and genius, are we now so pressured to “create” that even our dreams are competing for attention? Or maybe my brain was just trolling me. Who knows? If you’re curious, the scribbles read something like: “Clouds…emotions…uh, whispering winds?!” Revolutionary, right? Clearly, I’m one REM cycle away from Grammy gold. But it begs the question: Is creativity something we truly control,...