I saw a blurb about this in the paper the other day. I guess some
scientists somehow figured out that the
mice dreamt about the
mazes that they ran. I'm really not sure how that all worked, but it made me really sad.
What would it be like if you dreamt only of your job? Never had any mad passionate (or just strange) sex dreams, never flew around the Earth, never had dreams that were so strange and wonderful that they blew your mind?
I want the mice to dream about having mice sex and running around in fields having a good time, and not to dream of their captivity.