Originally Posted by
pj
I am back on the couch, unhappy that I'm awake. I do an RC just in case and find I can still breath - I'm still dreaming. I see my too-small son looking out of his bedroom door again, so I get up and go in there with him. He has changed now to a small elfish creature, who climbs on the upper level of his futon. I ask if he is Mattie. He says yes. I bring my head close and say, "Look into my eyes. Are you Mattie?" Looking down, seemingly with shame, the DC shakes its head no and says, "No." He changes again - now he is a hooded figure with a masked face.
I ask its name. He says, "My name is Thrash." I ask, "What is MY name. What is my dream name? What is my name in this place?" He stammers, then says, "Win... Twin... Twen... WREN! Wren."