His mind seized upon those changing shapes in a frenzy of tenacity. All horror
lay in their newness and their splendor. 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. However odd it may
seem, he never suspected the truth; it burst upon him suddenly. They were
his reality, a reality beyond silence and sight, and therefore beyond memory.