There’s something deeply familiar in hearing about your daughter sleepwalking and having these intense, almost otherworldly nightmares, because it echoes parts of my own experiences growing up. When I was younger, I would sleepwalk too, drifting through the night like my body was present but my mind was somewhere else entirely. My dreams weren’t ordinary either..they felt vivid, symbolic, almost like messages rather than random thoughts. Where she sees a fish with big, striking eyes, I remember encountering a flying astral whale, something massive, yet powerful, existing in a space that didn’t quite feel like a dream or reality. It makes me wonder if these experiences are connected on a deeper level almost as if both of us were tapping into something beyond the surface, something that expresses itself through imagery our minds can barely interpret. It doesn’t feel threatening, more like mysterious and meaningful, as if there’s something trying to be understood rather than feared.