I distinctly remember crawling back into bed last night after a bathroom trip, and mulling over a dream I'd been having. I think I'd only just managed to distinguish the dream from reality, and I thought to myself as I snuggled back under the covers, "I should write this down, post it in my journal. It's interesting, and it would make a really good story."
Then I rolled over and fumbled around for my stuffed bear, admitting reluctantly to myself, "Except that I probably won't remember any of it in the morning."
I was right.