Triggers

After I wrote my last blog I fell asleep. *gasp* in fact I actually wrote the blog while I was half asleep.

Anyway, I fell asleep, right? And I had a dream, you see. But when I woke up I felt it drift away into nothing. I knew I had a dream though, just not what happened in it.

I scanned my blog absently, including the entry Some Mischief Done. For some reason after reading the line, “yes, we are alone,” my dream washed over me in a split second. The whole thing came back just like that, just from reading that line. It must have been a trigger of some sort, and I wonder what would have become of my dream, had I not read that poem. Would it have disappeared forever? Maybe I was meant to remember this dream, so even if I didn’t get a trigger from my blog, perhaps I would have gotten one from somewhere else.