Reheated Shreds of Dream Contents in a Write-Up Format

The real challenge is to meander without restraint from one line, word or thought to another with as little restraint coming from conscious self as possible. Should it be the shreds of dreams that should be the starting points of such journeys into our non-, sub- and unconscious? What I can haul from what I still retain in my waking memory is standing on a workman's ladder close by other two with people on them who I subsequently try to protect in the tumult of crowds steaming by. I talk to other people who come to oversee the larger event this dream sequence is part of. Strangely, what memories of dreams I have seem to melt away in my very hands, as a handful of snow would. As if my attention heats the leftovers of dream content into reheated shreds of what recedes into the receptacle of our minds that are bottomless rabbit holes and treasure troves of imagination at one and the same time. German formulations do come forward, such as vorbei, zugleich, and some other language shades that I need to circumvent in order to discover their English equivalents with a mixture of recognition and excitement of a person who found what one looked for for a while, however short. As is a network of linguistic equivalents was slowly being cast over the working of my writing mind.