Dreams are quirky phenomena. Existing in that liminal space we are confronted with situations we can’t quite explain, often fraught with absurdities and illogical occurrences. They challenge the delicate balance between perception and the subconscious mind.
I rarely remember entire dream sequences; instead, I find myself left with confused snippets. Like the boxes of pictures kept in tins in a drawer...a collection of pictures I barely recognize, yet somehow relate to as having experienced. Awake, I am left wondering ‐ was it really a dream, or a previously forgotten bit of a random memory?