Reflection and Application 4

In Sophie's World there seems to be more and more references to Hilde. The questions keep piling up and I can't help but feel so unimpressed with it all. It seems as we go deeper into the book, it becomes less and less sure on what it wants to be, At first it was a sort of informational fiction type of work, with the plot of Sophie receiving these strange letters being enough to attain my interest. But as the book goes on making these idiotic references to Hilde and her father being 'magical', with a talking dog and the mirror blinking, and then altogether containing whole chapters full of context making the 'main plot' seemingly unimportant. It also strikes me as funny that Hilde is somehow vital in all this as well because at first the very existence of her was more of an afterthought than a plot point. This 'story' has becomes so mixed with both historical context and deluded plot it's hard to tell what it even is anymore. I'm having a hard time getting through each chapter, and I hope that it'll soon make LOGICAL sense because if it uses any sort of 'magical' explanation for all this in a philosophy book I won't be happy.
Since we finished Inception in class today, I've been reflecting on my own dreams. I find it rather funny how they depict dreams in the film as being completely clear and (sometimes) rational, while my own dreams are often fuzzy and delusional. Also, if it's okay to get into this subject, but I doubt dreams are some kind of 'window into the subconscious' as Freud would say. I personally see dreams as nonsensical bits of information the brain feeds to us at night. That's why Inception is so idiotic to me. Although an entertaining movie, its concepts are off. I don't think we can control ourselves in dreams, sometimes it's not even US that we're controlling. Sometimes we're controlling a different person, sometimes we aren't even a person. Sometimes we're watching a moment unfold, or sometimes we're walking down a long hallway that leads nowhere, or sometimes we are on a journey on the desert that suddenly turns into the tundra without any explanation (in fact we probably don't even care). What I'm explaining is that dreams are not ever mapped out to its very last detail. I feel that they are very convoluted and in the end don't mean anything whatsoever.