I am working on a computer, in a place that is apparently my home. All the walls are made of glass, & the whole house is circular—a wide cylinder—so that the room I’m in is just a big semi-circle of glass panels. But beyond the glass there is only a sloped wall of rock & moss, maybe 10 feet past the glass & lit hazily from an obscured sun, as though I’m in the basement of a glass house that is set into a giant hole.

I am bored, & thinking that I want to do something other than work on the computer, when suddenly I see Dante D. outside, clambering on the rocks & moss. He is making his way around the house from right to left. He doesn’t see me—he doesn’t look inside. I watch him slipping on the steep & mossy rocks, working his way around. I don’t know where he’s going or what he’s doing. I think his coat is nice; a long yellow & brown plaid number; not his usual style.

Then, just as he’s almost out of view, having made it to the far left side of my semi-circular view, another version of Dante, a double, appears again at the right hand side of the windows. This Dante is wearing the same long coat, but his beard is less scraggly & his hair is cut shorter— basically a cleaner cut version of the first Dante. There are a few seconds wherein I can see them both, but they can’t see each other around the curved glass walls. Both are just trying to walk around my house, counter-clockwise.