This morning, when I woke up and went to the toilet to take a piss, a dream of which I had while sleeping, popped into my head. It was such a silly dream! I dreamt that Snowy (TJ's westie), peed on me while I was carrying him on my lap. Maybe was a glimpse of future retribution for me always commanding him to pee on the floor, or people carrying him when he's happily running around. Of course lucky for me he doesn't listen and I really don't mean it - i prefer to see it as reverse psycology.

"SNOWY! PEE ON THE FLOOR! SNOWY! PEE ON TJ! PEE ON ME (because I'm OneFatPeon duh)! GOOD DOG!"

I froze in awe as the thick yellow liquid seeped through my pair of Levis. Luckily, I had a backup pair of berms and I changed into that after washing my jeans. Isn't it wonderful how in dreams there is always a backup plan for a dreadful situation? Even if I were in New York and chased by gansters with diamond studded teeth, I could outrun them. Even if they DO catch up and maim me, at the most desperate of situations, before I get raped (not literally thanks), I would teleport to some place else. Hawaii would be nice.

Right. Dream on.

Then being the daydreamer I am, I started push my Investment Analysis readings on capital asset pricing and regression models, to rationalise with myself the reaons why there are dreams which we can remember so vividly while there are some which, no matter how hard we try to recall, are lost when we wake up. The weird part is that we can remember if they were good dreams or not yet not be able to remember anything which happened to support that. I think it was only last week, Jay told me something about dreams. He told me that if we woke up in the middle of the night, wrote down the dream we had and went back to sleep, the next morning when we woke up and read what we wrote, it would be totally foreign to us. We would have absolutely no idea of what we wrote and we'd be going like HUH?WTF!

I'm no psychologist and I certainly cannot come up with a credible answer to why we can remember some dreams and not others. Maybe it's because of the density of sleep we were in? Maybe we were so tired that the memory part of the brain shut down completely? It needs rest afterall. Imagine how much is going in, ever second during the time we are awake, collecting virtual images, feelings, tastes...Of course, I say this with exclusion to mine which seems to throw things out seconds after they come in.

Ok, back to my point. What was it again?

Then, putting science aside, I realised that I cannot "catch" every single dream. There are times in life and not in our fantastic fantasy of dreams, when crucial moments slip by, goals vanish, and the dreams stay as dreams - never to become a reality. Maybe in life, there are things which are not meant to be like loves which are are lost or ever attained at all, we have dreams so wonderfully intoxicating but only to be forgotten the next day. I guess sometimes we just have to live with the boundaries of we got and can achieve and just... ...dream on.