Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food

I had lots of great ideas to write about the past couple of weeks and since then have just plain forgotten them.

For the past two days I've been pressing snooze on my alarms in the morning because I want to get back to my dream, and that works, I've always been able to slip back into my dream if I've just woken up then gone back to sleep and then I can remember them and tell people the trippy, LSD-like dream that I had - or so I think they would be like.

But the past two days, as soon as I get up adn out of bed after pressing snooze 3 or 4 times, my dream slips entirely from my mind. I've been able to recall it after every snooze-button hit but for some reason, as soon as I tell myself to get out of bed, my dream just disappears like a puff of smoke. No matter how hard I try to recall it, I can't.

You know when you try to remember something and you can feel the memory in your head, it's floating around you, taunting you, tickling at you because it's right there in front of you but you just can't reach out and grab it, can't recall it.

I don't know if that makes sense, screw proofreading, I really don't mind if it makes no sense, cause no one reads this anyway.