Leander woke to shouting, and to the feel of dirt and gravel on his face. All around, men were running and shouting “Throw me my helmet!” and “Spear! Where’s my spear?” and in the air were humming and zipping sounds, and thuds and angry screams, and an arrow fell from nowhere and buried itself in the tent.
Then two more — zip-thud, zip-thud — in the dirt near his head.
He was up and running for the tent, finding it empty. . .
Gudea, governor of the city of Lagash, was dreaming. He knew he was in a dream because the walls of his palace were moving oddly, and he shifted from room to room without walking. People he knew — priests and courtiers and minor nobles — appeared, spoke nonsense, and turned into other people. Yes, this was definitely a dream.
Not everyone knew how to realize when they were in a dream, but Gudea had learned the trick of it . . .
Gudea, governor of the city of Lagash, was dreaming. He knew he was in a dream because the walls of his palace were moving oddly, and he shifted from room to room without walking. People he knew — priests and courtiers and minor nobles — appeared, spoke nonsense, and turned into other people. Yes, this was definitely a dream.
Not everyone knew how to realize when they were in a dream, but Gudea had learned the trick of it . . .
