One, and then another

A man is sitting by a computer. In front of him, below the keyboard, is a Scrabble board. What this man wants to do is this: He wants to build a profile of himself using some random method. On the computer, which serves as a notepad or piece of paper, he has written down some words in a bulleted list. These include, for instance: «Hobbies», «Eye color», «Height», «Position», «Favourite movie», and so on.

The tosses a couple of dice onto the Scrabble board. The numbers from the dice tells the amount of letters in the descriptive data he’s going to add to the list, one by one. The man now reach into the bag of Scrabble letters, pull them out one at a time until he’s got the given number of letters.

He now tosses his dice again. This time the number tells him how many times he can rearrange the letters to make up a word that makes sense. He rearranges the letters, watch them for a while, then add the word to his list next to the first keyword.

The only numbers I ever see from the dice are the ones he got this time; they make ‘3′, by ‘2′ and ‘1′. Also, upon seeing this number, I feel a bit uneasy.

The whole process repeats. Toss dice, pull out the letters, toss dice again, rearrange letters, add word to list on the screen. The man glances out of a window to his right; he’s sitting in a room located on top of The Golden Gate bridge. The image of the view from his room resembles those found on postcards; it’s obviously a photo and it’s highly saturated, and also quite glossy.

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I never saw any of the words the man made. I clearly remember thinking «I have to remember all of this, in detail». The dream appeared to evolve as if I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but now I’m not so sure. I think I may have actually put more than a little effort into developing this dream almost in a conscious manner, but still dreaming. I can’t fully describe this sensation. Just after the image of The Golden Gate, the dream ended, but I didn’t wake up. I started on another dream, which was this one:

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I’m with two friends of mine in a world I know is not of our time; it’s a mixed-up world where spaceships roam the skies and men in classic, medieval armour guard buildings. We’re standing in front of a giant castle made from huge grey stones. We’re on some sort of mission; every time we arrive at a new location, such as this, we have to hurry and find the highest point in the area.

One of my friends has a map. It tells us that there’s a mountain peak behind the castle. We enter the castle with no problems, but inside there’s a battle going on between hundreds of armoured men. We duck and sway between the fighting soldiers, and from time to time, actually have to throw ourselves flat on the ground as flying vessels sweep by at extremely low altitudes. All the soldiers also throw themselves on the ground, and I remember thinking «Who’s fighting who?».

Somewhere inside the castle there’s a doorway that leads into the mountain. However, my friends insist that this is a bad choice. Instead, we climb the inside walls surrounding the castle until we reach a point where the walls suddenly and seamlessly integrates with the mountain itself, which it didn’t just a moment ago.

Just before I wake up, I remember running, jumping, panting and climbing my way to the top of the mountain, just in time to watch the whole world below slowly being flooded with water. My friends have made it, too. They cheer and talk about how we’re going to “win”, but I feel nothing at all.