Photographic memory

You know you've got it bad when you start dreaming about taking the most AWESOME photos - and are really, really upset when you wake up and know that they'll never be on your camera or seen by anyone else.

Last night in my dreams it was shots of ice cystals that had formed on the floor - some pyramidical, some square, some just glittery - with the most incredible colours thanks to the lighting around them. Blues, purples, greens, golds. Marvellous close-up shots of amazing stuff. And a few other shots of something I can't remember, but which was just as great.

I've said it before - it would be wonderful if we could simply download the images in our minds onto something-or-other for the rest of the world to see. Those things our brains take photos of and store, mini-moments that only we have seen. Dreams, random views, once-in-a-lifetime things that happen which we could never capture on film in time.

Perhaps I've been reading way too much sci-tech, or live too many of my hours in the cyberworld. But just imagine! It would be super-cool to be able to do that.

Instead, only random neural connections bring up the vague memory of the things we've seen in our heads - stored on a dusty shelf of our brains, and only remembered by chance. And sometimes that's a real pity.