If I was dreaming, you'd see me, I'd be understood

I'm never all that sure what to make of dreams, especially when they're really vivid ones that feature a person I should probably remove from my mind. When I came back from China, I remember wishing that I could just take my brain out, give it a good wash, remove all unhelpful thoughts and put it back in, ready to face the world, lobotomised, but happy.