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When did we stop dreaming?

Lately I have been dreaming of the new home. But I don't remember dreaming much of anything else lately.

I remember decades ago I would stay awake until wee hours dreaming of whole new worlds. I would imagine 6 impossible things before breakfast.

Maybe I just value more of my sleep these days. Or maybe I'm just too tired to dream. And even when I do, it's about the believable, mundane things.

Maybe it's just the constant stream of entertainment. There is no room for new things anymore. Everything has been imagined for us, ready to be consumed.