On being back from the forgotten land of rdreams

Woke up with the vivid sensation of the dream, the colours, the words exchanged with the denizens of that land. Then it was all gone, all of it. Couldn't recall anything, not the plot or the characters I'd met ... not even the sensations arising from it, just the general impression of vividness and meaning. We're allowed to visit strange lands in our dreams, with the condition that we do not remember them on waking up.

more on vanishing dreams

I wake up, reach the alarm clock and put the noise out. This time I'm happy, the dream was positive. It wasn't a twisted reflection of my distant past, my dysfunctional family or my crumbling house in Catia, the raving lunatic asylum that was my secondary school or any of the other ghosts from the past that often come out to play their distorted games in the still of the night. It was a dream about future and hope and confidence. And I still..

No, I don't. In the time it took me to think or, rather, to feel that, the dream has vanished like mist in a sunny morning. I can no longer remember anything about it except that positive feeling. So I sigh, stretch, struggle a bit to get up and get on with my waking life, hoping maybe tomorrow I may get a glimpse of what it was about.