Recently, I’ve been forgetting the details of my dreams very quickly when I wake up. About all I remember is seeing lush vegetation, rather like a jungle, in places I’ve never been in real life. When I try to grasp at the dream to keep it in memory, it vanishes anyway, as quickly as flipping a switch.

Then I wake up, see that my house has new windows, and feel cheerful. This morning, I said “Yay” when I opened the blinds in the family room. I’m getting the impression my dreams may simply be telling me that I need those “Yay” moments and the healthy mental growth they inspire—and, as well, that I shouldn’t be overly worried about keeping track of the details.