Hypnopompic Hallucination

This morning’s odd little voice offering: “There were many thoughts left un-thought.” The voice was a clear genderless tenor, with just a hint of urgent trepidation in it.

For whatever reason, this completely wiped out the rather long and detailed dream from earlier (except for an image of a leggy blonde in a deep blue dress with yellow polka dots.) Sometimes when this happens, I will remember when I climb into bed the following night, usually too tired to get back up and jot anything down.