I just woke up out of another intense dream. I went to the bathroom and noticed it was raining very hard, I could hear the sounds of it hitting the window pane.
The dream dissipated as soon as I awakened.
I used to pride myself on remembering my dreams. I could wake and write about the dream and the more I wrote the more I remembered.
That capability is gone.
I do dream, I still fly, but by the time I’m awake I can’t remember them. Lately all l remember is how strange I feel. It feels like I am going in circles and discombobulated. Usually I am very tired and thirsty. I used to have very vivid dreams and a strong memory of them. Now, The Dream leaves me feeling very confused, in a weird, happy or benevolent way.
No flashes, no bits and pieces that I can weave together.
I am beginning to think that my Dreams are like watching a new and exciting show on TV. One that has no conclusion, no follow-up or continuity.
Visions of our innermost thoughts relentlessly at work while at rest. Night visions that are evidently not material to dwell on nor interpret, analyze, or decipher in the morning light.