The Fourth Factor

It seems as if I’ve been assigned an assistant. (Although I couldn’t say who was doing the assigning. It’s almost as if the dream itself was.) He is called Ortig. I'm dubious about this arrangement, as I have done fine without an assistant until now, but I have to admit, over the course of the dream, that it seems to be working out well. I never see him—we seem to be communicating as if via headsets from separate locations as we cooperate on something—but I have the impression of a nice person, unobtrusive to the point of inscrutability, who really knows what he’s doing.

(23.2.18)