A whale in the shape of leaves and concrete.

I had a nightmare about a whale and a reunion on a submarine.

 It's a memory of a memory of a dream now. 

Since I began writing down my dreams, I haven't had a single nightmare. I used to have them two nights weekly.

Perhaps the attempt to forget is connected to the processing of fear, 

fear which is being sublimated by my desire to remember in a ridiculous, Dr.Seuss-ian reversal of trauma.