Dreams are always fucked up like this, only we don’t remember most of it. Have you ever nearly ended a day when suddenly you catch a glimpse of something that triggers your memory of a dream you had the night before? I have. It can be a silly little thing, like the time I was standing outside at work and seen a girl strike a lighter. I suddenly had an entire story open up in my memory, and fortunately it was pleasant.

Have you ever woke up in complete horror and knew you had a nightmare, but you didn’t know what it was? It had to really, really bad, you just can’t remember it.

It’s something to do with being in a coma, probably the duration or that the simply of chemicals that keep us asleep are exhausted. Take that with a grain of salt. I’m just an idiot. I don’t even remotely know.

I believe that dreams that I don’t remember directly contribute to my daily moods. If I wake up feeling wonderful, I must have decent dreams. If I wake up angry, I must have had nightmares. This is consistent when I remember them.