In my dreams it's always night, a silent night with few words spoken by its characters. Some I remember, others vanish in the morning just to come back as a glimpse the following night when I close my eyes. Sometimes it feels like a TV show, with a continuity that I cannot catch.
Some of them keep hunting me on day time, for days, sometimes years. These Dreams are the Shines of a memory lost over time, gone for good, or maybe not really.