I wrote Dreaming during a period where my inner and outer worlds stopped lining up.
It came from that unsettling feeling of moving through life slightly out of sync... when memories blur, thoughts loop, and it’s hard to tell whether you’re imagining things, remembering them, or quietly avoiding something you don’t yet have the language for. The question at the centre of the song — am I dreaming reality, or running from it? — wasn’t rhetorical. It was something I was genuinely trying to work out.
Dreaming lives in that threshold between sleep and consciousness, imagination and avoidance, clarity and confusion. A snapshot of a mind trying to orient itself... not by finding answers, but by staying with the questions long enough to hear what they’re really asking.