Have you ever lurched awake in a cold sweat from a dream, only to wonder — what was it exactly — that made your heart pound? And the more you try to remember, the more it slips through your grasp?
Was it a nightmare? An argument? Were you late for a very important date? Or escaping from the worst toilet in Scotland? Were you having a warm and comforting visit with someone when it suddenly went terribly awry? Or maybe approaching the best part of the dream when a subtle change or noise in the real world causes you to snap awake?
I have dreams like those, where it’s incredibly vivid while I’m in it, but then it just vanishes like diaphanous vapor… and I’m left grasping at straws about what just happened. This image reminds me of that — I can barely make out something… I’m not sure what… and the more I try to make sense of it, the more it eludes me.