I woke up kind of disappointed. Actually, I was almost angry. I remembered that I dreamt all night long, but I could not remember any of the many dreams. Not a scrap. It was similar when I woke up yesterday morning, but at least I remembered the falling nest. Although a mere scrap of a dream, it meant a great deal to me. Even an entire day later, I still remember it most vividly. Nothing this morning, though. Indeed, I felt cheated. It was as though another right of mine was being trampled right in front of my eyes. And the right to remember dreams would be among the most precious ones to me.