Every night, we vanish. Our bodies lie still, breath soft, limbs slack; but we are somewhere else. Somewhere strange, vivid, unexplainable. We fall asleep, and in that falling, we slip into a space not bound by physics and not understood by logic. A space where our minds stretch into impossible places. Where does it begin? And what exactly is dreaming?

Science says it’s just rapid eye movement – REM, the brain flickering like static electricity, processing emotions, and organizing memories. But doesn’t it feel like something more? Like a doorway? Like a version of death, we survive every night? Dreams have their own terrain. Time folds. People return from the dead. Buildings breathe. Emotions speak. Sometimes we’re not even us anymore. And sometimes, terrifyingly, we are exactly ourselves; with no rules, no limits, no protection.

Some say dreams are how our soul travels. That we momentarily leave the body and walk among our subconscious, or something beyond it. That maybe dreams are the closest we come to afterlife while still living. Maybe we’re glimpsing other versions of ourself. Past lives. Future ones. Maybe we’re seeing the world not through the eyes of flesh, but the spirit.

And yet, they vanish by morning, like ghosts evaporating at dawn. We try to hold onto them, but they slip through us. Are dreams trying to tell us something? Warn us? Heal us? Or are they just another puzzle piece in the mystery that is being human?

It’s this very enigma that Billie Eilish leaned into when she titled her debut album When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? The title doesn’t just hint at sleep; it hints at surrender. At death. At disconnection. It’s a question that lingers beneath the pop and the whispers: What happens when consciousness fades? Are we safe? Are we gone? Are we someone else? Billie turned sleep into metaphor; using it as a lens for fear, mental illness, nightmares, identity, and the blurred line between waking life and whatever lies beyond it. In a world obsessed with control and clarity, she posed a question without answer; and let the music unravel the silence.

When we all fall asleep… where do we go? Maybe we become who we were before we were born. Maybe we touch something divine. Or maybe – just maybe – we are reminded that even in rest, we are infinite.