Remembering Dreams

[poliphilo]

 I hold onto the odd fragment of the occasional dream- and when I look at what I've got- lay the pieces out on the counter- there's often nothing there that's worth keeping.  So into the bin with them. The essence of the dream has escaped me- because it's been a matter of feeling, of ambience, of emotion- and the images that remain convey little or nothing of all that. 

Sometimes when I'm trying to remember a dream I'll uncover images that seem to be from dreams I had long ago and had forgotten. Last night for instance I recalled a steeply sloping weedy field with a thick hedge running down one side of it. Where was that from? It had nothing to do with the dream I was trying to reassemble. Was it even a place in a dream or a place I'd known in waking life? I really don't know....