Meta: a note on the evolution of my dreams.

There has been a fundamental change in the dreams, in their shape and their symbols. I can remember lingering details of the ones that almost follow the old format (but with a new optimism, these days), but the ones that have shaped themselves to the new patterns escape me the minute I wake up.

I guess I'm not supposed to remember them just yet; they need time to work on me from within, before hitting my waking mind.

I should find this disturbing, if it weren't for a vague feeling that they might have something to do with reading too many Discworld novels.