Am I Martin who dreamt of Mark Twain with flipper-wings, or Mark Twain with flipper-wings dreaming he is Martin?
Last night I dreamed I was in Russia. Mostly uninteresting except for the fact that when I went to sleep in the dream, I woke up. A very Zhuangzi moment.
There was another, much more intricate dream. A land populated by beings with one flipper or wing or something. A despot who ruled the land by controlling access to a portal to a dimension of books, where all knowledge came from. Five beings born without flipper-wings, each with their own power: one (who may have been Mark Twain) was immortal, one could find any book... damn, I can't remember the others, but they were trying to gain access to the portal and overthrow the despot. But the despot had found five beings born with two flipper-wings, who had powers that opposed the flipper-wing-less heroes: one was capable of killing the immortal, one could hide things from the finder, and so on. Why do I have so many Standard Fantasy Quest Dreams?