Compass

Sharp with harsh drama, it was not the kind of pedestrian dream Martin typically had. He was in a vast warehouse, with folks outside yelling for him to exit. Looking for something small, he didn't understand the urgency. Martin continued to look in the corners of his dream, where shadows have profiles, and the strange physics of movement is never a contradiction of gravity. The others outside give up and disperse, as now the warehouse floats down a narrow channel of water, Martin sees trees passing, and he has found what he had sought, holding it in his hand- his grandfather's silver compass.