Since I started journaling again, I've noticed that my recall has improved, so I can remember at least one dream on most mornings. I try to write them down before getting out of bed. However, as soon as I start doing other things, the memory of the actual experience of the dream fades away very rapidly -- it feels like a piece of sand art, erased when it's disturbed. With rare exceptions, all I'm left with is essentially an "artificial" memory of my dreams, i.e., the memory of the act of writing down the dream, and I can only imagine what the experience itself must have been like. |
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