NervousMan, in the Theater

NervousMan found himself in a dark theater of vast size.

NervousMan could feel the soft lush material of the seat pressing against his back through his clothing and his hands gripped the solid armrests of the seat he was in.

The light of the screen streamed forth from the projecter in white dancing beams that pierced the darkness of the theater.

NervousMan realized that he was looking at his own face, as if he were a floating: an unseen observer in the theater observing himself observing the screen.

He was both! The person looking at the screen, and the person looking at the person looking at the screen.

How could this be, thought NervousMan?

And then NervousMan remembered that he was still dreaming.

NervousMan's point of view changed again in the dream and now he saw things as if he were in the projection booth.

Now, he was observing two 'NervousMan's', the one seated and watching the screen and another floating about the theater and observing the first NervousMan watching the movie on the screen.

From his vantage point in the projection booth, NervousMan looked up at the screen in the theater.

The film onscreen showed NervousMan in the projection booth watching the other two NervousMan's in the theater, as if the camera were just over the projection-booth NervousMan's shoulder and was then projecting what it saw onto the screen.

NervousMan, in the projection booth, watched the projection-booth NervousMan on the screen of the theater. NervousMan waved his arm and the NervousMan onscreen waved back.

NervousMan blinked and the shot onscreen changed. NervousMan saw his own face, in close up on the huge screen. He looked up and the screen-NervousMan regarded the projection booth NervousMan as if looking into an enormous projected mirror.

"What if I were in the theater?" thought NervousMan. And suddenly, he was. Feeling the seat against his back, and the hard armrests under his arms, looking up at the scene onscreen.

"What if I were floating and watching myself?" thought NervousMan. And suddenly, he was. Floating just inches away from his seated self which looked at the screen as if swimming underwater in a medium he could breathe.

NervousMan floated up, up, up toward the ceiling of the theater his arms waving about in the darkness, his body glided through the light of the projecter.

NervousMan could see his tiny self way below him, the only one in the theater, a tiny figure seated there watching the screen.

NervousMan smiled. NervousMan was up very high.

"What if I fell?" NervousMan thought suddenly.

And then NervousMan woke up.