Nothing. Black.

Nothing but black.

Dream. No dream.

Not dreaming.

Close. Eyes.

 I close my eyes.

Eyes. Closed.

 Your eyes must be closed.

Not. Closed. Bad.

If you don’t keep your eyes closed and don’t keep dreaming bad things will happen.

Does everyone have the rules? Good. Now we may begin.

“Tell me your first dream.”

“It’s a box. A wooden box… no, wait, it’s a cube. It’s got rounded corners and edges.”

“Meaningless details. Skip ahead.”

“Okay. I see a little thunderstorm on the left side of the wooden cube.”

“What do you mean little?”

“I mean it is in proportion to the wooden cube. It is wide but not wider than one side of the wooden cube.”

“Is it dormant?”

“No. It is raining and storming and thundering as strong as a storm could.”

“Which side is it on?”

“It’s on the left side raining horizontally onto the wooden cube.”

“Good, very good. Tell me something else you see now.”

“I see a horse -or a horse-type thing- on the wooden cube.”

“Where is it?”

“On the wooden cube.”

“Where on the wooden cube?”

“On the top of it. On the top right corner.”

“Okay, very good. What color is it?”

“I really don’t see how any of these things are relevant.”

“Just tell me.”

“It’s a maple color. Like the same color as the wood the wooden cube is made of. With large black spots all over it.”

“Hmm. Continue.”

“The horse is eating purple grass that is sprouting out of the top of the wooden box and the storm is slowly moving to the bottom of it.”

“What shade of purple?”

“A hint darker than lavender.”

“Excellent. Keep going.”

“Oh, I smell something.”

“What does it smell like?”

“It smells like old paper and lemons…”

“Good. Back to the dream now.”

“Right. Um… the horse is still just eating. Oh! Wait, there’s something appearing on the side the storm was first on. It looks like some sort of… I can’t name it.”

“Try. Describe it.”