Waking in a panic! Vague images of unfamiliar places and people rapidly fading from my mind, crumbling when I focus on them like delicate ancient parchment.

This is what I hate about dreams.

There was something important there, but its lost to the dreaming. Perhaps I was jarred back into reality before the point was made and that’s why I can’t remember what transpired, only the frantic feeling.

Or maybe the emotional response was the point… but that will require some more examination.

Or maybe its just anxiety fueled by the 6 hour drive I’m about to embark on alone.

And as the sleep state is shed by my brain, my thoughts become more present and dreams fall out of reach, I realize that I can only hope to revisit whatever that message was.

There was a specific word that I set out to write about when I fired up my computer this morning. But between the thought and actually getting here, it too was lost.