Memories.... and dreams

I am somewhat intrigued by this concept of memories and the role they can play in our lives.

Memory is perhaps more than memory. It remains a work in progress, often coming to our rescue at times of great emo-psychological need.

And it's most important battle, or playing field, is in our beds, when we sleep, in that state of mind, which is referred to as sleep.  I see a great partnership between memories and dreams.  The greatest duet of our souls are sung by memories on the one hand, with the dreams conjured up from our unconscious mind on the other hand.  Clearly, memory provides the hard facts, but they aren't really that hard, in the sense that they may seem actual and real, plucked from what we perceive as being from an event or an emotion from somewhere in our past, (clearly it arrives in our dream factory in a sanitised format, cleaned up, spanking-fresh and ready for integration into our unconsciousness).  And what does this dreamland, our unconscious mind produce?  A dream, but not just a dream-dream, but a dream which is then duly impregnated by a suitably modified memory.  The result, a sanitised message, which is to be sent to the Great Bully, our cerebral-conscious mind.  And why then, well simply because whilst we are asleep that macho bully, our conscious cerebral mind, is in neutral.  Now picture this, there you are, lying in bed, your conscious mind parked in the side streets, in neutral, the engine switched off, and along comes a colourful and beautiful wraith, called a memory-inspired dream with a message, a message of angst, of desire, a guilty fear perhaps, sometimes even a solution.  And this message-dream nestles up to, and crawls into the arms of that macho bully (sorry, but for me the conscious mind always comes across as an overly confident, brash, crotch-grabbing male).  The insertion of this dream message into the genes of King Bully is so subtle and delicate that when the conscious mind wakes up the next morning, refreshed and eager for new solutions, it is tricked into believing that it has, because of its own cleverness of course, solved some problem, or something which has been bothering us.

So in this duet, who has sung the sweetest?