What happens to forgotten dreams?
When the lights go out, dreams enter our minds and become part of the night's reality. But where do they go when the sun returns and our eyelids flicker open?
Quietly, these memories slip back into the oblivion of the night that has now ceased to exist.
There is always an urge every morning as one sits up, unfolding comforting blankets, to recapture the images that disappeared. Like fireflies in a moonlit meadow, these pictures flit away enticingly, spur curiosity, and go farther and farther out of reach until their glows merge into the darkness. The mind goes blank and airy as the final candle of recognition goes out, leaving only a lingering scent of calming smoke which too will be carried away in the breeze.
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