Do you really want to remember your dreams? I often wish to forget mine, probably because I sometimes remember them to the point that I get angry with people for what they did in them, or grow sad again over what happened as though it reoccured last night, or feel the bittersweet joy of having, for a moment, what enchanted me. Sometimes I think I have in fact replied to work emails or finally sent my clothes to the cleaners. Or I remember in detail the circumstances of my death, again and again, whereas perhaps the only benefit to death, whether we go to heaven or hell or nonexistence, is that we are no longer preoccupied with it. Until then, what I sometimes want when I go to bed and remember my day is to suddenly discover it was nothing but a dream. I’d think about how I’d like to write it, and then open my eyes again to the world and to other dreams. –Amr Ezzat