I have so many amazing dreams ~ glimpses of another world, another me. Though they flee as I awaken, I capture what I can with pen and paper.
If only I could record them directly from my dreaming mind. If only I could preserve them in their pure, subconscious, irrational, perhaps non-representational form.
Instead, when I record the dream fragments that I remember, my rational mind tries to make sense of them, to impose form and structure upon them.
What paradoxes, what impossibilities are lost! What treasures are buried with every morning!