That's not a neural network, it's a bronze casting of a pile of easter grass.

I think my alarm is set weird for my biorhythms. I keep waking up aware of my weird dreams. Not the ones that are weird but recognizable like when a red, blue, and green car are chasing you-the-video-game-character through a maze that happens to be your neighborhood on the way to school.

These are the dreams where my brain is clearly test-firing neural connectivity. It feels like a virus scan done on my brain but with the files in alphabetical order instead of sorted by program directory.

This morning's dream had a combination of magic and psycho-philosophy as applied to sociology. I was dreaming that I could personally really appreciate lesbian sex if women could magically create phalluses on demand. They should be prehensile like elephant trunks... and hey wouldn't it be convenient if I could piss from 4 feet away, pointed sideways. I could brush my teeth and pee at the same time without moving from in front of the mirror. But if I peed through my nose, wouldn't that smell nasty all day?