Spinning wheels of memory...

I suspect that the dreaming mind is not as willfully sharp as the waking mind when it comes to recalling details. Last night I was trying to remember someone's last name for what felt like the entire night's sleep. A recurring loop of "Smith? No, that's not it, Jones? No, that's not it, White? ?o, that's not it..." Upon waking the name came in a flash. But then the larger question: Why was I trying to remember this seemingly random name? Who knows, that selection I concede to the needs of the dreaming mind. At times this crazy brain-bound devil has no troubles letting the needle skip, the train wheels chug, the whirlpools whirl, without a care for the rest of the system's need for rest and progress. Then again, it's only fair to note that the right dream at the right time can release one from years of psychic blockage in the most incredibly cinematic ways.