I had an idea for a blog post last night - I was pleased with myself, it was a nice one.
Can I remember it this morning? NO! But I can remember that I've forgotten, which seems gratuitous, why not just forget the lot.
My husband once dreamed he'd found the Lost Beatle Song - but it was gone when he woke up. My favourite story is of a man who woke from a dream of nailing his boss with the most fantastic argument during a heated debate. He woke up and scribbled it down, convinced of its brilliance. In the morning he woke up and couldn't wait to see what it was - and on the piece of paper was scribbled:
'AND THE SAME TO YOU!'
Clearly we're not as brilliant in our dreams as we think.
Still, I should have written down my little idea nonetheless...