In an underground Indiana Jones style cavern. I'm going through someone else's motions, my brother's, really. He has descended a complex rigging of ladders into a crevasse where he killed three snakes. Two of one kind, and a third of a more poisonous kind. Then he discovered some other danger.

The first snake I locate and behead with a sharp knife. The second I find and throw the knife at. My father sees me and I'm embarrassed that I missed, although the fact is that I'm going through someone else's motions, so it wasn't really my miss. Anyhow I continue to pursue the snake, throwing other knives at it. At a point I approach the tangle of ladders that descend into the huge crevasse. There's a large iguana on the ladder, and I'm meant to dispatch it, too. Instead of killing it with a knife, I throw it down into the huge ditch. Then I follow down the ladder.

I haven't found the third snake but I'm moving on to the final danger. When I reach the bottom of the crevasse I learn the final danger is a tribe of some sort of people. I see someone approaching in the distance, someone who looks like an Australian aborigine. I realize that the approaching tribe could attack our encampment by climbing the ladders, so I race back up the ladder and begin to haul all of them in one by one. They are very long, collapsing ladders of some forty feet. The attacking tribe is lead by a white man. They have somehow disabled our alarms, which are really just horns for sounding an alarm. So instead I begin to run through camp whooping loudly.

The attacking tribe is opening store houses and carrying away food and resources. I catch up with their leader, a tall man with short cropped graying hair wearing canvas and spectacles. I'm angry with him and he doesn't care. He says raiding is his right because he was the first explorer in the country. We argue about this for some time, then suddenly he begins to chase me. I run for a long time and he opens fire with an automatic pistol. I head behind a thick hedge and dive for cover. There I wait for him to round the corner, adrenaline pumping. I hear him approaching and run as fast as I can towards the edge of the hedge. I tackle him as he rounds the corner and grab hold of the gun. It goes off but I'm not hurt.

I vaguely understand that I'm dreaming at this point. Wrestling for the gun is very difficult but I somehow realize that it shouldn't be, that I should be able to do whatever I please. I wrest the gun from his hand finally, and after further struggling shoot several rounds into his torso. He falls off a nearby ledge into yet another crevasse, but is able to grab onto my ankle. I begin to fall and take hold of the edge of the ditch. I try to fire a round down at him, and when I look down realize the fall is only some ten or so feet. And so I let myself drop.

I begin to run again, back into the encampment, and enter the back door of a building. It's a library and suddenly I'm lucid. I think to myself that I frequent libraries in my dreams very often. There are several people sitting down at a central table in the small library. At least two young women and two young men, plus the man I just shot and his assistant. Somehow the man I shot and his assistant have convinced the others that I'm to be apprehended. I feel unfrightened because I'm aware I'm dreaming. I greet the four people that seem to be part of our encampment, and say something about having seen them last night at the same library. There is some recognition in their faces but not much.

The assistant of the man I shot takes hold of my arm. I protest, saying they can't actually take me because this is my world. Everyone looks at me strangely. It's Eric world, I persist. Look I can make her hair shorter. I touch one of the girl's hair. She draws back, confused. Or make Chris a different color. When I touch him nothing happens. The assistant who is holding onto my arm begins to lead me towards the door, whereupon I wake.