I just woke up from the most incredible dream I’ve ever had. I mean, it was my “Xanadu” dream*, I’ve never dreamed anything like it. And while I tried to write down as much as I could, it was already fading by then and you can’t capture that stuff. Not really.
So, now I tell myself this: it doesn’t matter what I remember. What matters is that stuff is in my head. Ready to be made into other things. I need to make them.
(*poem or movie, it doesn’t matter)