Anomalous

Last night was very anomalous.  Instead of waking up with images of my dreams in my head and using those images to reconstruct the events of the dream, I awoke with only characters from the dreams in my mind.  I woke up twice during the night, both times assuming it was time to wake up, and I started to think about those dreams and piece together what had happened.  Unfortunately, if I don't write it all down somewhere, anything I think of right after waking up is lost a few minutes later, and that is what has happened to the details of those dreams.  All I remember from my three dreams are three people, none of whom had ever appeared in a dream before: a person I met Friday, a person I met Sunday, and someone I only remember to be a celebrity.  It is possible that, based on the movie I watched on Sunday, the celebrity was Jacky Chan or Jet Li, but I don't actually think it was either of them.  And that's it.

It's not a good feeling, really.  I have become used to being able to think about my dreams afterward, and I'd very much like to know what happened in those dreams.  Even if it didn't make a good story to tell, at least I'd know.  I am always annoyed when I don't remember details of my dreams.  I feel like I'm missing something; maybe something that my subconscious mind was trying to tell me, or maybe just a reward for sleeping.