The book is beside my bed, and the pattern's the same. I wake up, often in the middle of the night, but am too tired to get up and write the dream down. Or I wake in the morning, and am too tired to write it down. Or I find it too disjointed, meaningless, unpleasant to write down.
An example: Saturday night - following the Darfur film at the Marda Loop Justice Film Festival, I awoke in the middle of the night, strange dream of me in an Arab store, killing a blue turbanned Arab, cutting his throat, garish, obvious, blood, the arabs around me reassuring me that he deserved it, then Horatio Cain from CSI Miami comes with his team of crack-investigators to investigate, I've blood on my hands, they find the body in the freezer....I wrote it down, but hated it, couldn't bring myself to post.
It was too obvious. The CSI Miami comes from the barber where I get my haircut, it was on the TV as he clipped my hair, the cutting of the arabs throat a reaction to the film. Unpleasant, unworthwhile.
Maybe tonight there will be something better.