I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence. They're a way of relieving pressure.
Stephen KingA friend came to visit James Joyce one day and found the great man sprawled across his writing desk in a posture of utter despair. James, whatโs wrong?' the friend asked. 'Is it the work?' Joyce indicated assent without even raising his head to look at his friend. Of course it was the work; isnโt it always? How many words did you get today?' the friend pursued. Joyce (still in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk): 'Seven.' Seven? But Jamesโฆ thatโs good, at least for you.' Yes,' Joyce said, finally looking up. 'I suppose it isโฆ but I donโt know what order they go in!
Stephen King