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I woke up this morning and couldn't remember anything of the dreams I had last night. Not a single image, setting or occurrence. I know there are lots of people for whom this is the norm, but I am usually able to remember my dreams very well—usually I can recreate a long narrative arc, and even when I can't I can usually remember at least a few dream-incidents. But last night: nothing.
I feel like I'm keeping something from myself. It is as though I keep finding evidence that I erased my own memory, including the memory of why I decided to do it.
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Isn't there an SF story somewhere that uses that premise? Labels: dreams
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
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