I guess if there was a bar where all the dreams that you forgot went to have a beer and talk about you and re-tell all the things you forgot about them, then that’s where all the in- between feelings would be comfortable hanging out. Like this: I was trying to put a word on it but it’s something that’s in between everything. The pauses and the breaks and open ended looks. All those little places and feelings sandwiched between the moments when one feeling changes to another. Nobody took the time to name them, they are gone before they begin. A strange place to live in or get stuck at…a feeling between feelings with no words to explain. I’m sure they would be comfortable with all the dreams I can’t remember. The feeling of existing but not being named or remembered.
A bar for all those dreams you can’t remember