No matter the quality of a dream, to repeat it is to destroy it. To own an experience no matter how vast is to make it nothing. The mind of man unwillingly consumes everything it has the capacity to revisit, making it white-space, to the extent of becoming numb to the very properties by which he was first drawn to return; making him wonder why he returned and leaving him wanting more. The safest place for a man's past experiences are in his memories. For there he will make them always new. There they will always be enough. Long not for your life past, for it is now a part of you.
See, I have destroyed even this by writing it down.