The moment of awakening in a sweat-stained, still-wet bed in juxtaposition to the moment of awakening in a dry bed, when neither implies remembering the dream. The first thought: where was I yesterday, how should I feel today? Lodged into this distinction. Rammed.
At any rate, awakening is not a moment, is a process without progress into states of more luidity. Just change, shift, like the tide.
Thoughts fallen by the wayside 