At no point in this did Frank think he was dreaming, probably because he seldom remembered dreams, or paid attention to them even if he did. And though this all had the alert immediacy of daytime Mexico in its ongoing dispute with its history, it would someday be relegated as well to the register of experiences he had been unable to find any use for.
Frank was fully immersed in his experiences, not considering that he might be dreaming. His lack of interest in dreams meant that they rarely occupied his thoughts. Instead, he experienced a heightened awareness of his surroundings in Mexico, where the current events were deeply intertwined with the country's historical struggles.
Despite the immediacy of the moment, Frank felt that these experiences might ultimately become just another set of memories that he couldn't connect to any greater purpose. This sense of detachment hints at a deeper reflection on the nature of significance and memory within the context of his life and the complex historical backdrop of Mexico.
