My brain decided it was just too chemically imbalanced, and then fixed it itself

In my dream last night I'm a high school teacher supervising a class trip to Quebec. One of my co-workers and co-chaperones is Ana de Armas. Not the Ballerina Bond girl Ana de Armas, but high school teacher Ana de Armas. We're at the end of the trip, heading home. And at the same time, at the start of me and teacher Ana's journey of dating. Without getting into details, most of which I don't remember because dream, it's that thrill of the beginning of a relationship and the electric buzz of firsts that go along with it.

And it's one of those dreams so vivid and real and immersive and the feelings I'm feeling of warmth, comfort and excitement, spill over to when I awake.

And so I say: thank you, Brain, for allowing yourself to feel happiness. Thank you for self-prescribing oxytocin, we probably needed that.

Now onto season 2 episode 2 of Severance.

(The claymation event that causes Dylan to say, 'What the shit?', is the tie in you see.)

(Yes I'm once again behind, but I will at some point write up my favourite shows of 2024. Obviously Severance was from well before, but I just did a rewatch of season 1 and listened to the rewatch podcast with Ben Stiller and Adam Scott, and I am at an all time high of Severance stokage. Like, higher than after watching the season 1 finale the first time.)

(While I'm at it, may I also say that after rewatching s1 ep7 Defiant Jazz, it really must be noted that that might have been one of the greatest episodes of tv ever made. It is absolutely top shelf.)