These two dreams, excavated from an old dream journal, I dreamt sometime in 2006, when I was aged 15 or 16.
At the end of a long canyon trail is a mysterious phone booth. *0 takes me to the edge of the known universe.
I am dueling with candlesticks. I go up against a man with a sharp metal sword who tries to overtake me, but he is stayed by my candlestick, which glows at the wick and will not break. It is no ordinary rose-colored wax. With this light I fight and defeat him.