Twelve
Calm, peace, one step and a click, then another step and a click. Bettina was playing an old-fashioned computer game in her sleep. The name escaped her, as names do when words are fleeting and of little import. She sat at her desk, the keyboard in front of her. It was slow and steady and very soothing.
After a while, she realised (as one does) that in a dream her hands were not doing much. Her dreamself said to her awake brain, “It’s almost as if we aren’t playing.”
That was it. That was when she realised her hands were tucked neatly into her lap, each one protecting the other from … what would they be protecting from? She watched the game more closely.
Dreams where she was aware they were dreams gave clues. The clues and the awareness were two of the indicators that the dream w
