This night I had a spooky dream, luckily I somehow managed to remember it and write it down.

I dreamt I was playing a kind of a game where you gambled with your memories. It all begun in the Dunes of Amnesia, where everything is still and every grain is just another forgotten memory.

Infront of me was a kind of rectangular pool, no light could penetrate it’s black shifting surface. I knew that the pool was not relevant yet.
 
In the desert you can stay and think however much you like, there it is safe…

Being there gave me an eerie soothing feeling, most of my thoughts led to blank nothingness. Perhaps staying there too long would make me fade away into nothingness..

If you wander around you’ll find the Gate of Fragments. Once you tread through the blue veil you’ll find yourself in a world of dejavu.

In this dimension I passed through ruins with levitating statues of forgotten heroes. Most sculptures were misshapen – simplified – I felt a strong recognition but I couldn’t remember what they were supposed to look like.

Every object there was a clue a small fragment that leads to the memory at stake.

This one lead me to a friend without a face or a name, the moment i remembered her existence – a key appeared in my hand. The key of remembrance was covered in unreadable symbols, but somehow I knew that it was marked with the name of my memory.

Looking around I realize that the shadows had begun to live. They  took on various black forms, some still intertwined with the fragments of this dimension.

The mind flayers feed on memories, they devour them and make them disappear forever. Originally they’re shapeless made of the same substance as the pool in the desert, but they will take on whatever form your imagination allows them to.

Starting to run away I realize that they had been there all along, stalking, waiting for me to find the key.

A memory is sweetest when it’s just about to be remembered. We have all felt the frustration of just almost remembering something important and then suddenly completely lose it.

Somehow I manage to find my way back to the sands. I was there again, infront of the pool of insight.
This time the surface stirred, and a small icon containing an small purple flower emerged. It somehow triggered a question in my head, looking deep within myself I found the answer. I remembered, her name was Nathalie, my present classmate. The flower vanished from the icon and left behind a hole that penetrated the murky pool. Stretching the edges I managed to see the thomb that was beyond.

When you have a key the pool will put you through the final test. You must look deep within yourself to find an honest answer, if you feel the shock of realization then most certainly your answer was correct and you can rescue your memory from the thomb. If you fail your memory will be forever buried.

I helped her out of the thomb, we exchanged a warm “Hi! Good to see you!” , she gave me a clue to my next memory and then she faded away.

In a similar manner I managed to save the memory of my cat when he was young and healthy, and another ghost of my past which I ironically cannot remember clearly. I truly wish I could forget one person.

While writing, I realized that this game was played with only the semi important memories I own. For example classmates from grammer school, people I knew all the names and last names of, people that i met everyday and interacted with – but now forgotten because they have no role in my present life. However small a memory is, you cannot ignore the fact that it has once played it’s part of sculpting you into what you are today.

I told my brother today about this dream and he asked me:
- So what did you lose?
- I don’t know, I cannot remember….