blocked

My dreams have always been extremely important to me. When I was little I kept dream journals next to stacks of dream dictionaries, excitedly engorging myself with knowledge of dream symbollatry. As I got older I learned that looking at my dreams through the lens of my own life - not the life of the theorhetical dreamer (or maybe the definitions were based on the dreams of Freud or Jung, respectively) - was more important, more exciting and more telling. Lately, among many other things that I am defending against - trying at times to understand them and other times trying to suppress them - I haven't been able to remember my dreams. And I always remember my dreams. But I have woken up each morning for the past two weeks knowing a sense, a general feel or theme of the dream but void of all the details. The same feeling, the same sense each and every morning for the past two weeks. What is this dream that is refusing to show it's face?