Wondering what the different sides of my brain and mind are up to when I'm dreaming, or daydreaming about deep sea life, weird bugs, and plants... when my scientist brain meets my dreaming brain...
Shakespeare. There was a bloke who knew a thing or two about dreaming.
"Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again." - The tempest
Coloured pencils and graphite for the brain.