However odd it may seem, he never suspected the truth; it burst upon him
suddenly. He realized that he was unable to remember the shapes, sounds,
and colors of his dreams; there were no shapes, colors, or sounds, nor were
the dreams dreams. They were his reality, a reality beyond silence and
sight, and therefore beyond memory. [This realization threw him into even
greater consternation than the fact that from the hour of his death he had
been struggling in a whirlwind of senseless images.]