Do you ever read in your sleep? Sometimes, when I've been reading before bed and the story is firmly in the forefront of my mind, I find myself reading in my dreams. When I wake, I find myself searching through my sheets for my book, convinced that it just slipped out of my hands after having read it for hours and hours. I realize, worryingly, that I've forgotten what just happened, though the words had been playing in my head all night. I usually forget about it by the next time I pick up the book and remember my place in it.
Last night was different. I was near the end of Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro when I went to sleep. Again, I read for hours in my dreams, but this time I remembered what I had read when I awoke, or at least some of it. In my dream, I read that Madame had a necklace of a silver pendant with an elephant stamped on it. When asked about it, she demanded to know why it was important who drew the elephant and does the questioner want to know also who stamped the silver. When I awoke, I knew whose elephant it was and could not forget that moment even as I picked up the book to read on. And oddly, it fits. Ishiguro didn't write this detail into the story, but it makes sense for me. Madame may have dreamed of the elephant herself, but its significance is just as real as though the pendant actually hung around her neck.