One of the oddities of nature is that dreams are difficult to remember. More’s the pity since dreams would often make the basis of good stories. The few I can remember, anyway. I have an odd schedule. Being a commuter, I’m in bed by the time most people are waking up after the drudgery of work. When I awake, it is what others call “the middle of the night.” For whatever reason, I seldom remember dreams. There’s a notebook beside my bed. There’s one in my pocket while waking. I even used to have on on the wall of the shower. Even so, capturing dreams has remained elusive. Scientists tell us that the parts of the brain that record memories—like the record button on a video camera or phone—are disengaged while dreaming. It is as if our brain says, “you’re gonna enjoy this, but won’t remember a thing.” The dreams I do remember are beset by a crazy logic where the story just doesn’t add up. We all dream, so I’m sure...
Blog of a struggling writer.