Dreams

If we could remember the dreams we wanted to but couldn’t, would we be disappointed?

I rarely remember my dreams, a fact for which I am very grateful as they are more often than not things that I don’t want to have even a vague memory of. But last night I had one of those remarkable dreams that you want to remember. In this case it’s because, as I was waking up, I thought that this dream would make a great novel. Of course I can’t remember a bit of it now. Like the disturbing dreams it is only the impression that remains.

I wonder, though, if I would be as happy with the whole thing if I could remember all of it. I know at the time I had the thought I could remember most of it, but maybe I was wrong.

Just a thought.