I dreamt about treasure.
I was standing in a cave. My vision was blurry. The walls of the cave seemed to slowly move and crawl as if they were alive. I walked deeper into the cave, and was immersed in blackness.
I reached into my jacket pocket, and found my matches. I lit one. The dim light of the match danced on the moving walls. A faint whiff of phosphorus lingered in the air.
I looked around the cave. Gold coins lay in messy piles. A nude bronze statue was leaned up against a stalagmite. Off to my right, lay a mirror made of polished silver. To my left, a large collection of silver flatware was neatly stacked next to a large golden candlebra.
Hanging on the wall in front of me was an oil painting. I walked towards it, and peered closely at it. It depicted an armoured knight, who was riding a large white horse. He was caught in the act of stabbing what looked like an elephant-sized iguana with a lance, his expression that of triumph, and the monster's, one of primordial violence. A woman was caught between them...
I felt a sharp, stabbing pain, and I dropped the match. Everything turned black.
I woke up to the sound of a gunshot.
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