The Dream

When Jake opened his eyes it was gone. He knew it had been there just a moment ago, but now all trace of the dream had vanished from his memory. He climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs to start the day. If only he could remember a few seconds from the story that had been unravelling in his sleep. It had left him feeling as though he had missed something, as though there had been some sort of revelation revealed in its telling. As the day wore on he became increasingly agitated. Now he was certain there had been something really special about this particular dream. If only he could remember what it was.