At some level that's universal. The billion year old subconscious spoon feed its conscious monke-mind answers and solutions because the new upstart called a self wouldn't know what to do without fandangle narratives of memes..

Why dream of my dead mother-in-law riding a tricked-out unicycle to metaphorically represent the best career path I've been stewing on?.. Just tell me which damn job to take stupid lizard brain! Maybe the concept in my dream is just closer to the truth of it all.