So, an interesting happening happened. I previously wrote on the mystery of my dream's whereabouts. This was a literal memoir laced with innumerable figurative connotations that purveyed my inert state. Or...

After writing that post I was able to record the content of my dreams beyond my initial awareness of consciousness. I don't know if it was my conscious effort attempting to understand the relevance of these mind journey's lack, or if I simply started hitting the sack at a healthy hour more often. Should have kept a log. Either way, I've been dreaming incessantly and remembering a large portion of the content.

And now I am a few months older than I was when I originally wrote this note.

Andrew R. M. Hanson