ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the airAnd more inconstant than the windQuestionWhat kind of dreams is Mercutio describing, especially when he calls them "children of an idle brain"?Answer options with 4 options1.childish, immature thoughts2.the strange thoughts that come when our minds are at rest3.the dreams and hopes of our youth that have long since blown away4.the nightmares that come from an overactive imagination