A mood will carry over into dreams but the story associated with that mood and which seems to contain its inner necessity is completely altered. The story then, with all its trigger-points and inescapable twists does not reach the core of the mood and cannot be used to dislodge it. You could think instead of autonomous patternings of bodily energy that point to no truth that could ever be grasped through conceptual, historical understandings. And yet the mind strives incessantly to unearth the right story in unbeknowing service to the mood. As if your desire is only to keep the experience of it going, as if the formation in the mood is already a kind of ego.