Of all the movies I've seen, the songs I've heard, the paintings I've viewed, and the literature I've read, there is nothing that comes closer to a dream than Orson Welles' 1963 film, The Trial. With an odd sense of recurring déjà vu, it is unlike any particular dream I've ever had, yet it brings to mind every dream I've ever had. And here is every dream I've ever had:

The sun is bright so I squint. But my eyes are tired of squinting and it's frustrating not being able to see clearly so I try to open them but it hurts to open them so I keep squinting. I go inside, but even inside is bright, or maybe I can see inside, but I don't want to be inside. I open a book because something very important is contained in the book, something I need to know, or something I need to read to everyone else. The words are in English, but they are ordered in such a way that they make no sense. When I read the words again, they aren't even the same words. Here is the BASIC program that generates the text.

Dim ArrayOfWords(5000) as String
Dim Text as String

FillArrayWithWords ArrayOfWords
Randomize()
For i=0 to ubound(ArrayOfWords)
Text = Text + " " + ArrayOfWord(Cint(Random()*5000))
Next i

Print Text

As you see, the "Randomize()" is essential, otherwise I would be able to read the same random message twice in a row, and maybe find some meaning.

I go and hide in the closet because the aliens are looking for me and they have a device that can sense vital signs, so I hold my breath, and hope they haven't killed off my family. Then, all of a sudden, an epiphany: you see the witches are only witches underground in the dark, when they are climbing down the steps in a two dimensional perspective not unlike the old Broderbund game Load Runner available for Apple II+, otherwise, when they are on the surface, they are wolves. Why didn't I see that all along? But still I have to hide from the witches because they can sense my breathing.

Now I'm late for work, or was it a class, or was it an appointment? And no matter what I try, I'm not getting there. The car won't start. I try to walk, but I start talking to someone, and I realize again that I have to go, but I can't get away from them. But now she looks very attractive, and her lips have that really glossy lipstick on, and so we kiss. But my girlfriend is not quite who I remembered, she's fat or ugly or a man, and I feel uncomfortable, like I made the wrong choice and how am I going to get out of that?
They say you can't dream your own death. But I have. Twice. It's not so bad. The weakness you feel helps mitigate the pain of the bullet. You start breathing slower and things get darker. You feel very peaceful.