In my dream the back wall falls off of the viewing platform. It’s a quick rescue in the snow.

In my dream I am not alone but those around me have nothing to do with me. The rectangles are over there. I am satisfied.

In my dream the time is expiring.

In my dream we float down to the swampy earth while we argue.

In my dream there is a rectangular area of superimposed unreality hovering at head height. It is my turn to do some matchmaking.

In my dream there is a restless negotiation in the grass. I feel wind, but not on my face.

In my dream she is proposing that I share her apartment, living in a short corridor carved out of her living room.

In my dream I step into the elevator with him, and he winds up and spits on my suit. The elevator is slow.