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9th May

Dream:

I was in Texas or Arizona or such. A hot and arid place in America at any rate. I remember only a few details from the end. I could see through a panoramic view of an online maps thing; I was looking up Niagara falls. To my surprise there was a city there. It was grand, modern and overall beautiful. The water courses ran under and through the city. It was a sunny day in the view.

Then the next thing I remember, I was packing up or something, to walk there from where I was. There were others doing the same. One of them was a Turkish or Arabic man, not much older than me. We knew each other vaguely. As we said goodbye as we both got ready to leave, he said to me "may God be with you in your travels". I simply replied "goodbye", and quickly regretted it. I realised I could have said goodbye in my own language and not in English, as it would have had a more similar meaning to his own, longer, expression.

I walked through a flat and rocky, dusty area. There were rock cliff faces to either side, or perhaps ancient ruined buildings. I came to a Y shaped road junction in the middle of the desert; this bit had a few hills but was mostly flat otherwise. Cars went by. I remember noticing a car drive past and I noticed the driver somewhat clearly, a woman, medium length hair, tied at the back. The car was a faded cerulean blue and quite old and blocky-looking. I was getting ready to cross and I looked towards the horizon beyond the road. Big red canyons, piled up in an abnormal way. Dream ended shortly after.

Dream:

Again remember little of the dream's start. I remember being at the foot of a mountain, then teleporting or entering some dark place. Then there was fighting as I was going through this cramped and strange factory place. It did some laundry of mine as I went through it. Some pants and hoodies, they became a warmer colour as they were made ready for me. Some boys, two twins I think, got my attention and they lead me out from the place. I think I was getting stuck on some mechanism when they started talking to me. The place had many traps anyway, when I first got in, there were flying needle darts and other things.

The reality and history of this place were just somehow known to me to be different from normal. I didn't realise I was dreaming even so, but it was like a mix of Trigun and Path of Exile. I remember then being in a shack of some kind, made up of corrugated panels. There was an old man? Some gadgets scattered about. I remember we talked for a little while about this world of theirs. I made some surprised remark about how they had all this technology but seemed to live otherwise primitive lives. I don't remember his reply but he was amused I think.

Then I remember being in a basement of some other shack place. It was night time, but I think I had walked there. It was in the middle of a town of sorts. This woman owned it and we talked. As I stood next to her at surface level, there was some kind of dust storm outside and I could see people in sorts of brown power armour. There wasn't much light and so through the dust I mostly just got glimpses of things, even though I think I'd seen the surrounding area earlier in the dream.

The woman told me a story about how she got this bit of land, and then I could "see" a memory; not far at all from us, less than thirty yards away, the vision began with a medieval gate to a different area of this town, with a cliff to the right. It was day time, and this little girl, no older than eight, walked toward the gate with her dog. They looked cartoony. A massive castle tower fell from the high cliff, crashing on the gate. The impact made a small shockwave and the girl and dog were blown back a small distance, the dog landed in some deep water and yelped and drowned, the girl crying and trying to save him. This vision made me sad and the feeling carried through when I woke up later.

The woman told me that the girl was her friend when she was younger, and that she didn't know where she was anymore. She seemed sad for not knowing, but she also seemed to convey the feeling that maybe the other girl didn't want to be friends with her anymore. The woman's face seemed to imply regret and guilt (from inaction?). I remember we walked outside for a bit in the area in front of the gate, it was sunny and clear.

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Notes:
- Although the second dream did so very allegorically rather than in a literal sense, it reflected a lot of my thoughts at the time of these dreams. Firstly how we all live in a world of technology, but we are otherwise primitive without it because it is not a part of us. Also in the same way, technology did not necessarily makes these peoples' lives any better and this reflected my trend of thoughts about how many of us simply take what we have for granted.
- It was odd that I was aware of the dream-world to be a different one from the waking one, but I did not come close to any thresholds of pre-consciousness, as far as I can recall.
- It is not often that a feeling within a dream carries on into waking except when it was the last thing felt, which wasn't the case here.
- My regret about not saying goodbye to the Arabic man in the same manner comes from the value I put on words sometimes and also reflects how I struggle with not being able to say what I actually wanted to have said to someone.

Date of Dream: THU 19 OCT - 2017



Dream No. 214 - Yet Another Stay With SML

I was going to live with Logan and Chilly for two weeks. They had come to get me from the airport. We ended up driving home in Chilly's teal lamborghini (it's pink in real life). No one was there yet and so I could claim the front seat. Now the Lamborghini wasn't a 4-seater, it was a 9-seater with three rows of three.

I thought Chilly was driving but Logan got in the front instead. I was surprised as I expected to see the wheel on the left as we were in America but it was rather on the right side, where it would typically be in Australia. Logan looked really confused about the position of the steering wheel and so I explained the overseas (overseas for him but my home country) driving principles to him.

We eventually reached the SML house which was only 1 storey in the dream. I then went to my bedroom which was dark and misty and I sorted out my clothes. I forgot what had specifically happened in that scene. I have also forgotten the remainder of the dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: SAT 14 OCT - 2017



Dream 211 - A Week In My Position

I have forgotten most of what happened in this dream. From what I can remember, I soon found out that my dad was spending an entire week away with Logan and Chilly in America. The dream played a few snippets of some scenes with Logan and Chilly and then it moved on to my family at some American shops, looking for some extra clothes because we found that we didn't pack enough for the cold weather. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream - WED 9 AUG - 2017



Dream No. 173 - Separated Sections

Dream 173 A - Moving Out
I don't remember exactly how the dream started. In the first scenes, I was living with Logan, who was strangely in Australia, not America. He was talking to me almost like a father would, at the current moment telling me to pack my things because my mum was coming for me. I was apparently there with him and Chilly for a few weeks... I told them “I don't want to leave”.

The dream scene then changed to me being at my own home with my mum. She said she called me home because dad was already leaving to America, where the rest of our family was going to move to soon. I was told to find my suitcase but I never could. The taxi had arrived for my dad and so I went downstairs to see him off. I then went back up to continue packing myself. I looked in the laundry mirror and saw the outfit that I was wearing in the dream. I was wearing six Review cardigans, neatly layered so each one could be seem. The colour scheme from outside to inside was red, mustard, lime, dark blue, purple, and then seafoam. I don't remember what else happened in this dream.

Dream 173 B - Scaling The Tower
I don't remember the first bit of this dream. My grandmother, brother and I were driving to Forest Hill Shopping Centre with the roads being weirdly curved with excessive turns and bends. It was a tower on top of a car park again. The only way to access the shopping centre was to go up in the lift to ascend the tower. My grandmother and brother were forcing me to go in. As soon as they pushed me in, I blindfolded myself. The lift didn't move and so I managed to get out and escape. They were going to go up another way but they were stopped until I fought off the boss standing in the way; this happened a few times. I don't remember anything else about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: SAT 10 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 130 - Separated Sections

Dream 130 A - The TAFE Bully
I was in TAFE but weirdly, I found out that BrB from primary school was also in this class. When I was in the main foyer of Building W, >> Sensitivity warning, for men especially, read at your own risk: it was then that I noticed I was on my period. Then there came BrB, he picked up some sanitary pads off the floor that were all bloodied, rolled them up... And threw them at me!! << Now earlier on, I remember that BrB had asked to sit next to NN in the class, so the arrangement was JC, me, BrB, NN. But then I entered the classroom and saw that no one was sitting next to NN, BrB wasn't even in the room. I had the idea summed up in my head that NN didn't allow him to sit there... NN already that there was something suspicious up with BrB.

I then went to look through the window of the classroom and saw BrB in another room. He was sticking his head out the window and calling names at me. Apparently BrB was now in our classroom again and our teacher KHa mentioned that there was a test at 11:05. All of sudden, BrB's phone is heard ringing and so we call keep quiet to let him take the call. On the other side of the line was an authority member of the TAFE. She was asking BrB questions about the “First Aid” course he was doing but she said that they were kicking him out due to his bad behaviour. When the call was ended, I just knew that NN was the one behind everything. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 130 B - Holidaying In Miami
I don't remember where I was exactly but I do remember the exact outfit I was wearing. It was a long blue cardigan with a yellow singlet and really short shorts. The place I was in had a mixture of shops and restaurants but didn't look like any shopping complex in the real world. After a while, the place started to get really crowded, which overwhelmed me, so much so that people were even talking at me but they weren't talking to me... It was like they were talking over me to try and talk to someone else on the other side of me. So I decided I had to leave but I did take two people out of there with me, one was a stranger African man that I don't know and the lady might have been his wife.

My mum was waiting outside the building and I had explain to her who these two people were with me, despite the fact that she looked angry and suspicious about these people. I kept reiterating to her that they were my friends. It took me a few attempts to get her to settle down but she eventually did. I was then walking around the town by myself for a while, that looked nothing like the places in America but was supposedly called Miami anyway. I then recalled that Logan and Chilly from SML were next door in the town of Pensacola. I came up a lake with a strange red sign that said “Pensa” in white writing... I knew this was short for Pensacola. This didn't insinuate that Logan and Chilly were living at the bottom of a lake, did it? I don't remember anything else in regards to this dream.

Date of Dream: TUE 16 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 114 - SML Drama

I was at a strange looking version of Brandon Park shopping centre with this group of young stranger women. They were casting a play of some sort but I forgot what it was about. I do remember a scene skipping where I was in Kmart, choosing my costume and it was from a whole range of fancy dresses and earrings. I remember being so overwhelmed that I didn't know which set I wanted to choose.

I had then wandered off somewhere and I only soon came to realise that I was at the SML house but it looked completely different to how the house is perceived on YouTube in waking life. This dream house looked more resort style and it was on a massive slant... At some stages, you literally feel like you could fall. I was wandering inside the house for what seemed like hours but then I had figured in the dream that I was only lost for 10 minutes. Once I was at the lowest part of the seemingly deserted house, the gym, I had found a set of stairs which went back up and they actually led outside.

There was this strange hole with a lid in the shape of someone's nose. I decided to look through these nostril like holes to see if I could find the “play” girls again. I looked through and I did see an image of them back at the shopping centre. Soon after, the lid of the hole came off and a Jeffy puppet popped out. He ended up saying “Oh hey! What doing?”. I forgot what my full reply was but I do remember going “uh uh uh” at one point. That made Jeffy gasp in astonishment and add “uh uh uh... I think we're going to be best friends!”.

The “drawing” clone of Jeffy then popped out of the hole but I ended up ignoring him and leaving to go back to the girls. When I eventually did get back to the girls, one of them said something like “We think it's time you were the star of the show”. I don't remember what happened after that.

In a large split office room, workers are crammed in chatting loudly. A voice comes over speaking telling us to shut the noise down. I am agitated as I didn't hear anything saying we couldnt speak.
Apparently our company has been taken over by a big corporation and we are all being interviewed.
Pretty well everybody files off into the next room, except me and two others one I recognise as an old lady mate and one as Anthony from work. Eventually we have to go to.
I head off from the white office through some big darkened glass doors. I see loads of people being lined up to have a test.
I see that people are being injected in their necks and operated on. They have four big chunks taken out of their necks at the front.
I think hell no! and start to back off but hear that even if you don't want a job the operation is compulsory.
The door I came through is now locked.
With part adrenalin part powers I break the door open and get out of there.
Finding myself outside in a street. I try to fly but can't for some reason, and so set off on foot.
It is sunny day, with a clear blue sky and a townscape that feels American
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I know people are coming after me and I head down one street but find all streets are shut off.
Going through someone's house I find a back window and try and squeeze through.
At this point officials bust through the door and an old lady their starts to blab on me, so I use a pressure point hold on her to knock her out.

By now I am lucid,
Getting out the front window just in time to see a long car pull up. I cross the road just as he is getting out.
He pulls a long rifle or shotgun up and out as I try to fly, I crash into him and smash him into the car which crumples. I am flying at last and head up and over the town scape.
Panic and teleport to my apartment. I hunt around for things to take with me. Soon enough I feel the people are closing in again.

It’s daytime. I’ve just arrived at an important government office of the Netherlands in NYC. It’s some type of diplomatic post. I am going to do an internship here. The prime minister of the Netherlands is standing there, waiting to welcome me. Wow. Does he do this for every intern? He must be superbusy then. He’s standing close by 2 black motorcycles. The outside area is very spacious. We start walking, together with 2 other men, who are a bit to our left and a few steps in front. I take a good look at the shoulder area of their suits. Supposedly high quality, but it is odd. The seams don’t match up with the bodies of the men.

Inside the building, I see several areas. We’re in an open area with a nearly circular bench. Some people are being dragged away. They have been refused.. citizenship perhaps? There’s something about that bench though. It’s a free area, as in you’ll be ok as long as you’re there. Somewhere else I see some people walking down some stairs. There’s a banner on the balustrade which indicates that they were having language classes. From an Eastern European language to English. To English? I get that the demand for Dutch is not that high, but this is a Dutch consulate or whatever.

I’m not sure if I’m actually present, or just observing. The prime minister is sitting at a small, square lunch table. Across him is a Eastern European woman. She’s seated with her back against the wall. She’s asking for her salary to be transferred to her in Indonesian Rupiah. Right now she is spending a big amount of money converting her money every time. I consider for a moment that it doesn’t make much sense for her to want Rupiah. The prime minister is giving evasive answers as first and finally decides that, no, he cannot agree to that. The finances are not there to do so. He comes to this decision mere seconds after a white guy in a suit comes and whispers something in his ear. At some point I have a close look at the PM’s face. He doesn’t look exactly the same. This is a tv show after all, and this would be an actor. Or have they managed to get the actual PM to cooperate on this? He mentions to the woman that the money just isn’t there. Right now there’s more important stuff going on. He points to a plane that has crashed behind him. It’s from a Surinam airline, suggesting that as a former coloniser, the Netherlands should help out.

There’s something with a motorcycle/scooter crew. They’re racing like madmen through the streets, towards an emergency related to the Dutch consulate, or something similar. Some men go down, but this is so important that the others don’t even stop to help. I see the bikes from the back for a moment. No plates. It would be much easier to give them Dutch consular plates for immunity, right? I see the scene happening at least 2 times. It looks very well directed. Awesome.

The Dutch PM is talking to a woman, who’s pissed him off. It causes him to throw his phone away. I see this happening from above. He sure managed to throw his phone freaking high. And then also quite far. It’s flying over a house and a grass field in slo-mo. There’s something attached to his phone, something like a tiny souvenir. The phone ends up in a small pond. It floats for a few seconds, then he gets an incoming call and it sinks to the bottom. I’m thinking that this scene doesn’t make much sense, because they used what seems like an Xperia Z for this scene, which is waterproof against fresh water, thus diminishing the impact of this scene.

I end up playing basketball against a woman, one on one on a small court. I’m dominating cause I have a height advantage. I can nearly dunk the ball.

A man came across a woman seemingly sleeping in the forest, but when he approached her she spoke quietly, asking him to kill her quickly and to leave her mother alive, so that her mother could continue to feed the others. He's shocked by this, but that's because he's under the impression she's human. She's a wolf, she only looks human. She knows he came there to hunt them.

She's speaking to her mother, also human-appearing, and says she wants her next lesson to be that lesson - the implication is she's decided to marry that hunter.

The hunter speaking with two other men, also hunters, one of them saying, "You can't stay married to that madwoman."

The hunter sitting in the forest, chanting a prayer or a spell that talks about the eyes of the wolves. Although the rest of the dream had been in English, he's speaking Spanish here. As he chants, the forest around him seems to change - the shadows become darker, the moonlight becomes brighter, patches of glowing fungi appear around him. He's amazed and enchanted by all of this. He's not aware of this, but from my disembodied perspective, he himself also looks different - his eyes are faintly glowing gold, and there's a sort of shadow over him, as if looking at a photograph of him overlaid with a photo of something else. Behind him, a pile of vines and undergrowth heaves upward into the form of some great beast - he's delighted by everything now but I'm sure he'll be afraid when he sees this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm talking with a wizard from another world over tea. He's brought some of his people here as a sort of emergency hideout, and he's concerned about them picking up bad habits while they're here, to the extent that he's got them camped out at the bottom of the hill instead of in the house with me. He describes my form of magic as 'lax' and not something he wants spread to his people, which I find ridiculous for all sorts of reasons - for starters, when we'd first met he'd been seeking my help with some murderous wannabe dark lord type. I'd put a compulsion on the man to prevent him from taking human lives, which seemed such an obvious solution, I can't believe he couldn't manage it on his own. And really, as far as I can tell his world's form of magic just requires you to say the right nonsense words in the right order to express what you want, so if you're going to talk about laxness and discipline, that seems lax as hell to me.

But in any case, while we're talking about the arrangements for his people, two guys from my world come into the room. They're trying to avoid getting into trouble with their boss - they'd claimed to be unable to carry out some duty on account of being busy elsewhere, which was a lie. Now their boss is on his way to the house and will certainly sense their presence, and since I've already got a portal open, I wouldn't mind if they ducked through until the coast is clear again, would I? Fine, fine, I wave them through. That wizard objects strongly, but for crying out loud, those two aren't going to corrupt your world's magic system in a few hours, it'll be fine.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

In the American western desert, me and an older man are standing next to a car, watching a group of police vehicles pull up. We're going over a few last details before we talk to them. At the moment I'm telling him about a body I'd left floating in a pool of a private home. I see a mental image of it as I describe it, struck by the way his legs had stayed bent underneath him even as he started to float in the water. That older man says he already knew about that one. That's everything then.

He says there's a saying, "The liar does two steps worse." Do I know why that is?

I say I don't know, but then I look where he's looking. His family's just gotten out of one of those police cars - his wife, his daughter, and the daughter's boyfriend. They're looking around, haven't seen us yet with all the confusion around the scene downhill. It's clear to me they're the meaning of that saying. Lie to the people you care about and you lose them even if you're still physically present - you've separated part of yourself from them.

My brother's killed and drained a number of people in some public building in the desert, a rest stop or similar, but he has no memory of doing so. In fact when he saw the bodies he assumed they were my work - which would normally be a reasonable assumption, but since it's not true in this case, and since it seems there's something wrong with him, we've been having a very frustrating conversation. We left in a hurry and now he's assuring me that there's no need for me to make excuses, he's always understood that occasional lapses in self-control are an unavoidable part of my nature, none of them blame me for it. Thanks for that note, but that's really not the issue here.

Meanwhile, back in that building in the desert, my brother's leftovers have woken up and managed to find their way outside. They're huddled together, not really aware of their surroundings, barely able to move - more like zombies really. Torn clothes, bloodstains, visibly dead. There was a woman just outside the building when they found their way out the door, and the one in front managed to grab her and drink her despite her struggles, and once he's had his fill he passes her back over his head, one-handed, to the next.

He walks into the desert, away from the little horde, looking slightly more aware now, and he walks straight up to the mangled body of another vampire lying in the dirt, trying to pull himself together and looking rather pitiful. This one actually is my work. Leftover asks mangled body what he (leftover) is. Mangled body informs him he's a vampire.

The leftover says, "I'm a what? Oh, fuck." Utter disgust at the ridiculousness of this. Disembodied, I'm thinking how much I love the modern reaction.

Scotland sometime in the 1700s, I'm in the stables brushing a horse and speaking with a young man I've just been riding with. He's about to inherit some position from his father and he's extremely uncomfortable about it, particularly about how little education he's had - less for its own sake, and more to do with how others will see him. The conversation's wandered around a bit on the subject of education, and I've just mentioned Jim, a servant I grew up with in the American colonies who's devoted to learning, more so than anyone I ever knew. Brilliant man. The man I'm talking to asks how much schooling he'd had - none. I feel vaguely ashamed about that, for my home and for myself for not thinking about this when we were younger - Jim certainly would have wanted to go to school and it had never occurred to me to think about that. If he'd been white, he'd almost certainly have gone to a college.

Two dull scenes I'm noting for the character who appears in both - at the end of the previous scene I went to sleep and "dreamed" of a long-haired old man who was a teacher in a modern classroom, who said that the two times are only nine steps apart, so it's silly to make such a fuss. At this point I was fully aware the classroom scene was a dream and had modern memories, but didn't believe the Scotland scene was a dream - I considered the classroom dream a way of communicating with this man while I was in the past. Woke up (really), went back to sleep, and some scenes later I was forging a series of swords - masterpieces. The same old man appeared, this time as the master of the forge, and was so impressed that he insisted I destroy one of them by peeling back layers of metal so he could see the core, see what I'd done.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm reading a letter from an old friend. She's telling me she's spent the last six years in Vienna, and that she's devoting this lifetime (meaning however long this particular identity lasts her) to the study of music. She uses a word that specifically means playing instruments rather than singing, and she says she's giving her voice a break after "those swan songs" in Canada. She's studying the piano, which reminds her of me - she asks if I remember the old spinet I used to play for them.

Scene changes when I think about when and where that had been. There's an image of a little room, dark for just a second, then lit up with this golden light in shapes created by a lantern - this incredibly intricate fantasy scene, silhouettes of people and leaves, and an impression of bars, as if inside a birdcage.

I'm flirting with this young woman. A while ago, me and Julia had this mission that required us to help her. I think of her as sort of coltish - she's got an unbelievable amount of power and no idea what to do with it, aside from awkwardly trying to help the people around her. Incredibly endearing to watch. Afterward we'd gone back to England, but now I'm back in America. Julia didn't come this time, and I said it's because she's busy with her music right now, which is true. But the main reason I'm here on my own is because our mission might require this girl's death. Julia doesn't know, and I don't want her to have to be involved - she likes this girl, we both do.

The Cruise

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I´m on a cruise in the caribbean sea. All my friends are there, german and american. We´re docking and go shopping in a big mall. I meet a guy I really dislike and beat him up. We return to the cruise ship, which now looks like a pirate ship, wooden and really big. I find out it has 3 floors. The machine room, the living quarters and a restaurant under the blue sky. I ask a guy how deep the water is and he answers: 44m/144ft. I look down and see a book laying on the ground but I forget about it quickly. I find out one of my friends cooperated with the FBI and I´m getting thrown off the ship.
I wake up on the beach, stand up and decide to go find the ship. I meet two of my american friends, they tell me the hole story and I start swearing in english (from that moment on the hole dream is in english). I find my way back to the ship, and go straight to the captain´s room. It´s Chow from "The Hangover" and he does his weird laugh...I wake up.

Someone's been describing a group of people to me, and he's just moved on to describe two partners who are separate from all the others in some way. His description focuses on one of these two, but my memory only really picks up when he moves on to the second one by saying "Another one, always in darkness." (Or shadows, or something with a similar meaning). I see an image of him as a tall hooded figure. I like him instantly. The guy describing him says that unlike all the others, this one exists in "both long time and short time." I see him in modern clothing now, living and working at an isolated shrine. By "exists in long time," it means that this guy's forced to go through time the long way around, living through each day one at a time (that is, the way time usually works), waiting for the others to reappear. That seems tragic. I'm thinking that he must be immortal in some fashion, to be able to wait for the others' timelines to intersect with his over centuries. The guy talking references "the swords that take the end of each user's life."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm sitting on a bus waiting at an intersection, looking out the window. One of the other passengers says we've reached Las Vegas now. I see a sign on a building that includes Las Vegas in the name, but the road we're on now is in a small neighborhood, small town atmosphere. The bus is just across from a small store, and there's a guy standing by the door playing a guitar. I'm enjoying the music. So is the girl sitting on the seat next to me. There's an old man sitting across the aisle who looks over at us to make sure we're paying attention to the music. He talks about the importance of paying attention and enjoying what's going on around you, something about being open to messages from the universe and synchronicity and all that. I'm bored with this conversation, but then I think that I've been hearing that sort of thing so often lately, between work and now this guy, it's a synchronicity in itself. (Except since it's turned out to be a dream, that's no longer true. Dreaming about things from work isn't exactly synchronicitous.)

I'm looking at an image of a woman wrapped in this dress made of blue cloth; the cloth also wraps up her neck and over some kind of tall headgear in a way that reminds me of a nun, or some medieval headdresses. The only skin visible is her face - or it would be, except that in this image, she has the head of an elephant. I'm aware this is specifically something added to this image, it's not literally her face. It's representing something to do with the shape. I briefly see a second, similar image, using the head of an anteater instead of an elephant, reinforcing the point about shape.

Scene change. That woman, with her own human face now - or at least, a woman in that same dress - standing in an immense room. A man's come to consult her. His skin has cracks running through it in a way that reminds me of magma. He's aware, as he approaches her, that this isn't the woman he's come to consult - she's a stand-in, a decoy, to protect the real one. He can smell the difference between them. He's about to say something about this, but he's distracted by noticing a different scent in the room. There's a dead body of a man lying on the floor a little way away, and now he walks back to that body and bends down to look at a circular metal medallion on the corpse's chest. He can smell two other people who were here earlier. One is his sister. The other, he asks the woman in blue about - a man he describes out loud only as "a writer," and his voice sounds annoyed. In his mind, he's thinking that this writer left for America years ago, and shouldn't be here now.

Then I have the impression that I'm looking at one in a series of scenes showing an alternate past, of what would have happened if that writer hadn't traveled to America back then, but I only actually see one scene - a group of people, mostly adults, celebrating the 8th birthday of that previously mentioned sister, Julie.