It was such a great story!
It had come to her in a most exciting dream. She would have to get it written while it was all crystal clear in her head. The longer she left it the more chance there was that the detail would begin to fade. In order to capture the whole thing she would have to focus on the one and only activity of writing it all down. With this in mind she went straight to her laptop. To her annoyance, the thing was dead. She had forgotten to charge it and she’d left it on all night. She realised that she had a dictation app on her phone and this would allow her to get the story told and she could type it up later. When she picked it up she saw this too was dead.
Becoming angry, she raced around looking for a ballpoint pen. She found one, but it had dried up completely. Out of frustration she took out her expensive fountain pen, only to find it had run out of ink. She was out of ink and needed to buy more. She needed to write a note to remind her, but she had nothing to write with. She was pretty sure she hadn’t any pencils, after more searching she confirmed the fact. She thought about chalk. She could write it all up on the kitchen wall. She had seen a small piece of blue chalk somewhere around the house, but that was some time ago. She hunted around anyway and came up with nothing.
She felt sheer desperation gripping her, when suddenly… she woke with a start.
Wow! She thought. What a frantic dream. All that running around looking for a way to capture that story. It must have been one hell of a story. She lay still for a while.
The story itself?
She had no memory of it.