1-bit Dreams

I wake up and the dream is already slipping from my memory. It was so… real! It was full of everything… full of color, movement, and music. I try to hold onto the dream like dandilion fluff in the wind, its fragments and details dancing away from my fingers. Remember. I must remember.

The dream is gone and all I have is the dull ache where memory used to be. Soon, that feeling will be gone, and I will join my memories, floating away on the wind.