I don’t remember my dreams. I can’t remember the last time I was able to recall one.
This morning however I have the vaguest sense of a dream. It feels as if it was long and complicated and filled with lots of people yet I have no details to back that up. No clear images or feelings. No lingering mood just the merest whisp of a period of activity.
How strange the mind.
I couldn’t care less whether I remember my dreams or not, I’m just curious about what the mind gets up to while I sleep.