It is either an awful kind of good dream or a perfect kind of bad dream when it could and perhaps already has all happened or in any way might, though not in the way it did in the dream, though you don't want to imagine it any differently than the dream which was of course only a dream and so upon waking the scene slides out like a projection dropped off the screen so that first it is on the wall and blurry and colorless and then warping on the floor until you can't make out anything from the original picture, and know only and firmly that it was just a picture, and what can you do with that anyway but look at it and think of it later and know it was always in that picture that it could blur and warp and slide off the screen, and so no matter how wholly you try to keep it in your memory inevitably some is left out, and knowing this you know you could never remake the picture or even really look at it again, because once it slid off the screen it was gone, and now that you think back you don't know what you'd want to recreate: the clear picture projected or the weird lit-up blur on the floor.