he told me his dreams 6

in the recurring dream
during my childhood
I was on a sort of game show:

and every time I would
be faced with three doors
to choose from. They

always had the same things
behind them. The first
time I had the dream

I asked for door number
three. Behind the door was a
desolate hill with a tree

on the top. I would then
climb the hill, climb the tree
if I could, just to see if

there was something else.
Nothing. Just a hill, just a
tree. Other nights when I

would dream of it I would
go back to the hill, find a
wooden ladder at the tree,

climb it and find a fort to
play in. But that was all, still
so lonely. On other occasions I

would choose door number two.
Behind it was a dark tunnel,
a scary tunnel; there was a

light at the end of it, but I
would never get that far. I
would try to go through the

tunnel, but I only got a
strange feeling. Was there
anything there at the end?

Sometimes in the dream I
would choose door number
one. Behind it was a great

Walt Disney World amusement
park, even better than
that. And there were roller

coasters, and lots of food.
It was my favorite door.
But sometimes I had no choice

which door I got. Sometimes
I’d notice more details, but
it was always those three

doors, the desolation, the
fear, and the rewards. the
doors were always the same