The place where all my memories and experiences are stored is like an aquarium, filled with a thick liquid. My experiences that are complete and have been resolved settle to the bottom of the aquarium. All those memories are properly filed in their appropriate folders. Those things are “settled”.
The things in my life that are unresolved are held in bubbles and cannot be filed until they are resolved. I push these parcels of incomplete information, below the surface. Bubbles of different sizes, all waiting to be filed.
At night, when I go to sleep, somethimes these bubbles rise to the surface and magical things happen.