Last night I dreamt I was invisible; not in a cool super-hero kind of way but a more mundane, no one can see me way.
It was part of a much more complex dream that I don’t remember. I’m just left with this image of myself standing in a large concourse with people standing around talking or walking purposefully, trying to get someone’s – anyone’s – attention and simply not being seen by any of them. I rarely remember any of my dreams and when I do it’s only ever single images like this, with nothing but the impression of a forgotten narrative surrounding it. It’s as though my brain is incapable of visualising moving images and not just when I’m asleep, if I try to recall a scene in a film I can’t bring the video to mind, I only see the storyboard.
Mischief & Me 