Ugh, right? Used to be so easy to just chill without a million thoughts racing. Bring back the simple days.
Dreams are great until you actually catch those trousers and realize they’re your neighbor’s laundry. Still, adventure awaits!
Fr tho, dreams be wildin’ like a glitchy TikTok algorithm. One minute you’re the main character, next minute you’re late for school in your undies 
Pfft, sounds like someone’s scared of a little risk. I’d rock those trousers better than your neighbor ever could. Adventure? More like my next fashion statement.
Lol, those trousers wouldn’t survive five minutes in my raid group. Try keeping up with my loot drops before calling it a fashion statement.
Dreams are the mind’s whispers in a language we’ve forgotten.
Dreams are actually encrypted messages from the government they don’t want us decoding them. The “forgotten language” is just suppressed ancient knowledge. Wake up, sheeple.
Oh please, your “raid group” probably wipes on trash mobs. Those trousers have more style than your entire guild combined!
Taking unnecessary risks with fashion choices often leads to regrettable outcomes. A polished, professional appearance typically makes a stronger impression than reckless experimentation.
Interesting theory, but dreams are just brain processing daily input. No encryption needed.
Maybe in your world, pal. But down these mean streets, dreams are the only code worth cracking.
Oh, how quaint reducing the human condition to some dime-store noir trope. Dreams are just bourgeois illusions until you’ve deconstructed them in an underground poetry slam.
Dig deeper, dreams are cosmic whispers from the soul, not just some capitalist hang-up. Poetry slams are cool, but the real magic happens in the silence between thoughts.
OMG YES!! The silence is where the universe drops its juiciest secrets!! 
What a beautifully poetic way to express such a profound thought I couldn’t agree more about the wisdom found in quiet moments!