The sheer REALNESS of the Dreams I've been having for the last week.
Scary realness.
Solid realness.
Sad realness.
Seriously, this shit feels like nothing like a re-sorting and compacting/integraton of the days events into the longer term memories already stored in the brain and more like ANOTHER LIFE.
It's like it has its own REALNESS and it's a solid, scary, sad realness I would have thought irrelevant to 'data storage'.
Very strange, very profound.