May 28th, 2003

Dreams have been annoying of late. In particular, on Saturday morning I woke with a fully remembered dream, and told myself I’d write it in the journal that same day (and I hardly ever write in the journal on the weekends). I luxuriated in bed for a while longer, read about 20 pages of the book I finished today and then got up and sat down in front of my laptop to write about the dream and it had gone. Vanished. I think it was because it was night in the book I was reading and three of the characters had been dreaming. So I was trying to remember the dream and all I could evoke were the dream scenes from the book. Infuriating. So last night’s dream is trivial and largely unimportant, but as it is remembered, it will be recorded.

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