Dreaming about writing about dreaming about writing about...

I've been making more of an effort to recall my dreams recently, so last night I laid out a note pad and pen next to my bed, the theory being that I'd be able to write down as much as I could recollect upon waking, when my dreams were fresh in my mind.

And I was glad I did so, because last night I had a particularly interesting dream, and I was thrilled that I had the chance to write it all down before I could forget it.

Of course, a little while later, I was lying in bed thinking about what I'd written and remembered that I'd used a pen with red ink. When the pen I left beside the bed was blue. Yes, it turned out that in a display of circular irony I'd only dreamt about writing out my dream and naturally I now only remember the dream about writing, not the dream I wanted to write about to begin with. I'm really rather annoyed by that, because I'm convinced it was great dream...

On the plus side, it marks the first time I've ever woken out of one dream into another. At least I think it was the first time...