A rubbish nights sleep with boring dreams was had today. It got me thinking though about dreams with conversations in them. When I dream that someone is talking to me, I never know what they are going to say, and yet I wrote it. Surely I should be able to out argue them or verbally trip them up but I can't. Also I will see school companions that I had completely forgotten about in daily life, stand fully formed and then when I wake I remember them again as if I really bumped into them. The brain is a scary place. What else is it capable of. It works without 'me' in so many ways. It knows things quicker than I notice them, such as pain for example. It's weird, but understandable, how we can't make a brain. All the skin, water and other elements are on the planet yet we cannot actually construct a brain. Yet we can build a shed. 
I have just woken up, sorry for talking bollocks.