Sun shined through my slatted shades, and from above. My eyes drew open and I could see down an infinite hallway. Newton was striding towards me, perspective gone all arbitrary.
“You have been meddling with the primal forces of Nature, and you will atone! Hey, Scotto! What movie is that from?”
His nostrils flared and his eyes glittered with feverish hilarity. Closer now.
I went to sleep late last night, but I set my alarm for 10:30
I had fallen asleep.
I may have dropped discipline, but my training was still on duty. Dreaming 101. Look at your hands.
I looked at my hands.
Just like Don Juan taught Castaneda. People usually don’t see their hands in dreams. Look at your hands and take control of the dream.
I slammed the door shut but knew it wouldn’t hold long.
I was on my feet, with a days growth of beard. Khaki pants, green and white striped shirt, and for shade’s sake, a USS Nautilus ball cap. The sun was a bright yellow beam of heat and light beaming into my room. I turned to Newton and said “So, what’s the plan, little buddy?”
He looked me dead in the eye and said nothing.
