This probably means something.
I dreamt that there was a 10-year-old boy standing alone in a tall, circular room. The only light was a spot that was coming somewhere from 80 feet in the air. The boy stood in the middle of the circle, holding a crumpled up piece of notebook paper filled with words written in blue ink.
I was the only other person present. I was armed with a nice video camera, and it was my duty to record this boy. He began reading the words he had written on the page. I tried my best to capture the occurrence as it took place, but before the boy could finish, a reverb-heavy voice filled the room.
"Again."
The boy paused for a while, then started reading his writings from the beginning. He was again about to finish.
"Again."
This took place numerous times, and the boy never finished.
Finally, after what felt like a hundred takes, the voice let him finish.
I looked at my camera and noticed that I had not recorded any of that take, or any of the 99 takes before it.
Then I awoke.
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