They disappear too quickly. I wake from them and I have them and then another, living thought comes in and they are gone. Vanished. Vanquished by a lesser, existing reality. I rue the loss of them. I like to try to unpick them, to relive the hyper-reality of their landscapes and vistas. Perhaps they will return in those flickers of something other that mist through my thoughts from time to time, unbidden and unfamiliar. I hope so.
