Three dreams.

Just three dreams remembered over the whole the month.

Three dreams. Twenty seven nights with no escape. Nine without sleep.

The magpies double-crossed me!

I grew suspicious after posting last month’s diary, but the first week of entries for August confirmed it: most of my dreams are repeats!

What a month! I feel entirely energised, as if new blood is pumping through my veins. My dreams have returned in force and, what’s more, I remembered every single one of them, every day, for the entire month.

How is it possible to feel so tired without ever missing a night’s sleep? It’s as if the fewer dreams I have, the more tired I become…

I moved house at the beginning of the month, moved away from Cambridge for the first time in over fifteen years. There has been much to think about, and little time to spend trying to remember dreams.

It seems quite definite now – the more I try to remember my dreams, the harder it becomes. I can feel the threads of them in my mind; images of places and people; hints of sensations, feelings, emotions. But any details of events or motivations are hidden beneath. Most of the time, no matter how much I claw at my memories, I can pull nothing from them.

I’ve noticed this month, while trying to remember and record my dreams in writing, that the most difficult thing to remember is the order of events. Usually, there is no clear chain of cause and effect, and rarely any logical reason for events to occur.