I know that there’s nothing less interesting than hearing about someone else’s “weird dream.” So this isn’t about the dream as much about the frustration of the mind plunging out memories of dreams, even when you want to remember them. And I’ll keep it short.
So I had a dream about Evangeline. A couple of Evangeline’s actually. There was one that I was married to, and another that I had impregnated. I had intended to leave Eva-1 for Eva-2. But I couldn’t muster the courage to inform Eva-1 of this. I was at a party of some sort and it all came to a head because both of them were there.
Eva-1 noticed Eva-2’s pregnancy and made some deliciously biting comment about it. The sort of comment that I would put in a novel. Anyhow, the look on my face when she made the comment gave the game away and Eva-1 knew that I was the father. She was, needless to say, upset. Given that we were in a public setting, I tried to get her to keep her voice down. Here again Eva-1 made an awesome, novel-worthy comment. Here again, I can’t remember exactly what it was. Something along the lines of “I am not going to give you the dignity of speaking at a respectable volume.”
Frustrating on a personal level was that when I woke up, I *knew* I needed to write these down before the Langoliers of my mind consumed them and they were forgotten. I knew this, but I figured these lines were so awesome that of course I wouldn’t need to rush right away to write them down.
They were forgotten within the early part of an hour.
I took a pharmacy class in college and learned about a young man who took a psychedelic substance and had the most profound and brilliant insight imaginable, but forgot it. He took the same substance, this time with pen and paper handy, to see if he could recall the life-changing lesson of his first trip. He did, and he wrote it down so that he could remember it the next day. Imagine his profound disappointment when he looked at his paper from the night before and saw written, “The banana is big, but the skin is bigger.”
Comment by Kevin — December 3, 2012 @ 8:02 pm
Heh. The other day I had one of those dreams where I had the “I must write this down” impulse. This time, I did. It was a superhero name. The name wasn’t lame or wacky, but I was underwhelmed when I woke up an saw it. It was the sort of throwaway name that you might see on a sitcom wherein the father is scrambling at the last minute to get a [Superhero name] action figure.
Comment by trumwill — December 3, 2012 @ 8:22 pm