December 8, 2009
Most days I just don’t remember my dreams, or only can recall tiny snippets. Sometimes I wake up with the full storyline, details crisp and precise in my head. Sometimes they are fantasies, sometimes they’re just random bits strung together, and occasionally, they make perfect sense, in an M.C. Escher kind of way, or like Life of Brian, depending on your frame of reference, even though they have no discernable relation to my current life. I had one of those dreams last night, and it was a bit discombobulating, but now by mid-morning it is already beginning to fade.