Through some of my recent research I’ve started thinking about the concept of forgetting. When you think about it memory is made up of both remembering and forgetting. Memories aren’t truths because they never represent the full picture. For everything that our brain places importance on, how many countless things have been discarded? Memory is a selection process.
A few years ago I started recording my dreams, convinced I could find some insightful narrative. I found I started remembering them more clearly and more often if I wrote them down the moment I woke up. But I couldn’t keep it up, the more I remembered of my dreams the more sleep deprived and crazy I felt. As soon as I stopped recording them they disappeared quickly after I woke and somehow I felt as though I had really slept. It seemed to me that the act of remembering my dreams worked against the sleep process, and undid the feeling of having experienced rest.
The whole experience made me appreciate the process of forgetting. Forgetting my dreams became a relief.