REMEMBERING THE REAL MARTIN

DREAM

You are surrounded by white mist.   

>drop fan
You drop the fan and it floats in the white mist.   

Martin appears to be saying something important to 
you, but no sound comes from his lips.  But through 
the headphones you hear Martin's voice.  "Remember 
me," Martin tells you desparately.  "Remember me!"   

Martin is growing transparent.   

>drop tape
You drop the yellow audio cassette and it floats in 
the white mist.   

Martin's frightened eyes are pleading.   

>wake
You wake up.

LIVING ROOM (front half), lying on the sofa

You see three empty boxes, three ordinary cans of 
spam, and a pair of gloves here.  The gloves are 
floating halfway between the floor and ceiling.   

You see Agador-Spartacus in the back half of the 
living room.  He's wagging his tail.   

>stand
You stand up.  You're no longer on the sofa.  

>put ear tile in sack
As you put the ear tile into the sack, the gold thread begins to vibrate.
Then, the tiny fuzzy dice on the gold thread emit a short low buzzing sound.   

>put sack on platform
The small cloth sack is now on the sofa platform.   

>wear gloves
As your hands approach the inside of the gloves, you find that the gloves
slip onto your hands of their own accord.   

>lie down
You're now lying on the sofa. 

>sleep
Closing your eyes, you fall asleep and begin to 
dream... 

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DREAM

You see a fan and an audio cassette with a yellow 
label floating in the mist.   

You see Martin in the mist some distance away from 
you.  His arms reach out to you and his frightened 
eyes are pleading.  He seems to be fading and falling 
away from you.   

>take fan
As your gloved hands get near the fan, a small 
exchange of sparks travels between the gloves and the 
fan.   A connection between you and the fan has been 
made!  You take the fan.   

Martin appears to be saying something important to 
you, but no sound comes from his lips.  But through 
the headphones you hear Martin's voice.  "Remember 
me," Martin tells you desparately.  "Remember me!"   

Martin is growing transparent.   

>wave fan
You wave the fan.  As the fan flutters in front of 
your face, you feel yourself being somewhat 
hypnotized by the rippled reflection of the rising 
sun on the dark water.  Holding the fan near to your 
face you inhale deeply.  Your nose tingles, and you 
feel as if your sense of smell is being enhanced by 
the fan.  Then you remember Martin. 

You remember Martin as you knew him, the brightness 
of his eyes and the sound of his laughter.  You 
remember his confidence and his love of a good 
challenge, the spark that would never give up hoping 
no matter how dire the circumstances. 

The Martin that you see in this dream is the Martin 
that you remember, and your memories of him bring him 
closer to you.   

Martin's face brightens.  He waits for you to take 
his outstreched hand.