Within 5 minutes of waking, half of your dream if forgotten. Within 10, 90% is gone. The famous poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, woke one morning having had a fantastic dream (likely opium induced) – he put pen to paper and began to describe his “vision in a dream” in what has become one of English’s most famous poems:
Kubla Khan. Part way through (54 lines in fact) he was interrupted by a “Person from Porlock“. Coleridge returned to his poem but could not remember the rest of his dream. The poem was never completed.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
Curiously, Robert Louis Stevenson came up with the story of Doctor Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde whilst he was dreaming. Wikipedia has more on that here. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was also the brainchild of a dream.
I wish we could have gotten longer… but I guess we have to know when it’s time to stop trying.
The time when the sun never stops shining on paradise, identity finds its self, a worn down story gets restored, promising clasps aren’t broken by a tug, and the hope in chance for two broken records colliding to compose its own harmony; for that I will seek for…
A day is short, a week is shorter, a month is shorter, and a year seems to be the shortest. Soon, we’ll be waking up with white hair, wrinkles everywhere, and having arthritis…
So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Land