Ideas, dreams and masks

I had a very good idea this weekend but I cannot for the life of me remember what the fuck it was. I come up with some of my best ideas in the mornings as I'm waking up but trying not to. I wear a mask when I sleep to help me not snore. For years, I didn't dream. I thought I just didn't remember my dreams, but it turns out I actually wasn't dreaming for shit. Now, I lay there in the mornings and keep myself in this perpetual dream flux bordering on the edge of wakefulness. The ideas flow through me and if I could write them down I would, but they come and go while I lay there motionless except for a twitching leg or the scratch of an itch.