Night of 12th June 2010

It's an old world setting, the age of sail. There are two girls, perhaps I'm one of them, once aristocratic but now sold into some sort of slavery or servitude because they were found to be charades. They were found out with a false gift of iced buns: giving them to the man, he realized that it was a slight mistake of ceremony—real aristocrats give something similar, but not iced buns, and this faux par tripped his suspicion. He commandeers the women. In the final image, I'm plunged into the open ocean.

We three (men) are on a trip or quest, the setting is again historic—medieval. One of us is Viggo Mortensen, as Hidalgo. We're walking a dirt path through a wood or copse, the trees are not thick around us, rather there are slim trunked trees and grassy floors either side of us. It may be spring or autumn, the trees are not thickly leaved, but not barren either—many branches are thin and twig like.

Viggo has fallen. I see his felled body through a U-shaped break in the twigs: he is not on the dirt track, but on the wooded side, the setting is autumnal now—the twigs and woods is yellow and red. I step through the U-shaped break in the twigs/hedge/saplings. I have a sense of deja vu, Viggo has fallen like this before, however something is different this time—there is a cylindrical lump missing from Viggo's lower body as we check it: perhaps from the side of his rump or upper leg. This missing piece was important and without it we don't now what to do. The quest cannot continue.

I go back to Viggo's body and remove his sword and dagger. The dagger is very long, more the length of a gladius than a dagger; unlike a gladius though, the blade is curved—Eastern. The sword is also curved, almost a comic scimitar. On the sword's blade are three lines or lines of text—I do not know this text, but it is magical and holds the key to the quest. The other man declares that this, the text or what it intones, is a computer. I sense the power of the sword and text.

I wake.