NAMES

I dream in images.  There are no names in my dreams.  However, the instant I wake up, it is to a deluge of names.

Could it be that they are the names that would have appeared in the dream had my mind permitted them?  Instead, they were left to accumulate in the dream, to be liberated when I awake.

The trouble is, so torrential is this purging of the names from the dream that I find I have forgotten my own name.  I must dig down to the bottom of the pile to find it.  It is then that I see that all the names that have been raining down are my own name.