Do you really want to remember your dreams? I often wish I could forget my dreams, perhaps because I sometimes remember them so much that I get angry at people for what they did to me. I feel sad about what happened as if it happened all over again last night, or I feel the unfortunate joy of having a moment that fascinated me, of thinking I actually answered some work emails or finally sent my clothes to the dry cleaners. I remember in detail how my death happened more than once, when perhaps the only benefit of dying, whether we go to heaven or hell, or nowhere, is that we won't have to worry about it anymore. Until then, what I sometimes want, as I get into bed and remember my day, is to suddenly discover that it's nothing but dreams. I think about how I'd like to write them down, and then open my eyes to the world and to other dreams.

Amr Ezzat is an Egyptian writer who studied engineering and philosophy. He worked as an engineer, then a journalist, then a legal researcher, and as an article writer for several newspapers and periodicals. He remembers his dreams well.