every morning when I wake up next to Mr.B we have the same conversation

Mr.B: I had the craziest dreams tonight again.

Me: What were they about, tell me.

Mr.B: I don’t remember…I just know they were completely crazy

So I was thinking that actually the only tangible evidence of what we dream about is our bed in the morning. Sometimes everything may look almost untouched, other times it’s battlefield on which we were fighting with all the surreal monsters or where we were falling from sky scrapers….But that is another story, these photos are only to remember all the beds I slept in….