Signs of summer

A dream I can’t remember led up to where I find myself now, which is inside a gigantic room, a hall of some sort. I know that walls surround the place, but it’s impossible to judge any distances in here, it’s so big it’s almost a universe of its own. I’m standing on an ice-covered lake, around me are small islands, and the sky is black - because we’re in a room, not outside under the sky.

There are people with me here, about 20 individuals or so, and we’re grouped two and two. We’re on a mission; we’re supposed to find signs of summer. It can be anything, we have been told - flowers about to blossom, patches of grassy fields, grazing animals, anything. The group that finds the first sign of summer wins a prize - a bar of chocolate!

The person I’m with, a pale skinned, black haired girl with rosy cheeks, is really eager and zigzags from island to island, impossibly so. I can’t believe the speed of which she moves, and all the time I can always see her clearly, as if she’s both still and moving at the same time. She finds some berries from time to time, but they’re all winter berries.

In flashes, I recollect some supposedly authentic situations at a café back home up north, where I’m sitting at a table discussing some matter or other with a few friends, and David Lynch. The matters we discuss are supposed to have some sort of relevance regarding the mission we’re on now - like there are clues hidden in the language we’re using, the things we speak of, and also by the way we glance at each other over the table. It’s very strange and the atmosphere is calm, silent, full of purpose.

Back in the gigantic room of islands it seems we’re reaching a deadline. No-one has found any sign of summer, and I have lost the girl. This gets me down, and I head back accross the icy lake to the mainland. Nobody’s there anymore, but spread out on the ground are dozens of bars of chocolate.

I wake up.