We’ve all had those dreams. You know the ones; the dreams that seem so brilliant when you wake in the middle night that you want to remember them in the morning so that you can tell the tale. But when morning finally does come, that brilliant thought or idea that came to you in your dream has faded away to . . . nothing. No amount of coaxing will tease forth the idea. This has happened to me so often that I have taken to keeping pen and paper by my bedside so that I might right down the idea or thought immediately and remember it the next day.
This morning I woke and looked to my pad of paper knowing that I had written something brilliant. This is what it said:
And while deep in my soul I know that this would make a brilliant novel, I cannot for the life of me recall what it’s about.