Another dream message, gone. She was too stubborn and sleepy in the middle of the night. So when the messenger in the dream said, You’d better write this down, she didn’t. Instead, she waved them away, imperious and so certain. It’s not as if I could forget this, she said.
But she did. Of course she did.
All that’s left come morning is this: the Virgin Mary on a surfboard. Mary’s shouting to someone in the boat. Whatever her message, it was shouted loud. It was Extremely Important. Whatever her message, that’s the part that is
gone
now.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
Just read the article this for the third time and I love it
– how exactly it describes my experience of dreams! Wonderful.