last night, i had a dream

I was in front of the mirror in my bathroom, having a conversation with myself. Well, my reflection really. I don’t exactly remember what I was speaking about, but that wasn’t as significant as the fact that when I finished talking, my reflection told me I had better write everything down before I forgot. It was eerie, but at the same time my dream self wasn’t too bothered by it. Of course, by the time I woke up I had already forgotten what I was talking about in my dream, and there was nothing I could do to get myself to recall any of it. It bothered me for a little while, but then I forgot about that too. Except for the part about not wanting to forget.

The point of this story is not that I have a really bad memory (although that is very true), but that I decided I should get back into the habit of making writing down my daily musings – and there are many. Okay, so maybe it has a little bit to do with my memory… At any rate the things I’m thinking need to be written down, and I don’t like wasting paper unless I’m drawing. But that’s another story in itself.