The king has been experimenting with lucid dreaming and dream interpretation. On the advice of his specially assembled “Dream Team”, he’s been asking himself throughout the day whether he’s awake or dreaming. It’s hard to tell the difference sometimes! Tonight, he will report every dream he remembers.
Night 1: Dream 1: “The Drifter”: His first dream was about a drifter in a shantytown. The drifter made a hilarious joke, but when the king woke up it made no sense, and then he forgot what it was.
Night 1, Dream 2: “Viennese Bliss”: A sensory rather than plot-driven dream. The velvety scent of powdered wigs… the shiffle-shuffle of stiff fabrics on the dancefloor…electricity in the air as Mozart’s hands tumble across the keys in a private concert. The king achieved Level 1 lucidity in this dream when he realized he was dreaming and decided to heckle Mozart. He immediately awoke and reported to the Dream Team, who took enthusiastic notes.
Night 1, Dream 3: “Subconscious Vomit”: This was the Dream Interpreter’s chance to shine — and she failed. Nobody could offer any interpretation that made any kind of sense. All the king could say was that he was “watching the scene from above” and “the birds had human eyes”, none of which was useful information. The Dream Team concluded that sometimes, dreams are just brain barf.