When Dreams Disappear

Dreams come in with such force—such energy and vitality. Sometimes they shake me awake. I can taste the events, the reality of it all. The love and happiness, the horror and chills. The bizarreness of it all doesn't seem so bizarre at the time. It's just where I am and who I am at the moment. I am completely, fully present. As soon as waking comes upon me, the dream state vanishes, like a puff. An instant distant memory. What was once palpable and visceral, I can no longer put my finger on. I just can't remember it anymore, only just a few random frames.