Recollection interrupted, 3/2/11
Remembering a dream is like developing film. Directly after waking, the mind needs a moment of stillness to allow all the chaotic thoughts and images to set and make an imprint in memory. This morning I was awakened by a phone call and some rather shocking news. Like a roll of film exposed to a blast of full sunlight, the memory of my dream is bleached, faded, and unrecoverable.
