She used to have the most vivid dreams when she was younger. They tore through her mind with gusto and when she awoke, they burned the back of her eyes. They continued as she grew older, now a student with serious responsibilities, still as consuming as ever. She didn’t resent them; it was quite the opposite. She noted them down, thankful that she could get a glimpse of the inner workings of her own mind. It was comforting, even as her friends spoke of no longer being able to remember their dreams, unable to recall the images that flashed through their consciousness.

But then –

They stopped.