The things I accumulated to say were lost in half-snatches.
This is not how I usually feel, and I remembered it after waking up but could no longer feel what it meant. This brought on a whole day of reactionary confusion and repressed anxiety. But now remembering, the dream's weirdness and discomforts had a rightness the usual anguished not-knowing lacks. There's more than one way to be, in the dark.
I am trying to learn to make mistakes.