I dreamed I was hanging out in a dimly lit room, picking out words to be included in the image bank dream library. The words were manifesting very much like poker chips, and our deliberations were exactly like a long, brooding, thoughtful game of poker. Gambling with the dream scape. Phong and Andrew were there in an ethereal sort of way- it was as though they were there in spirit, only rarely having a physical manifestation at the table that I could see. They were like ghosts that phased in and out of visibility at their whim.
I remember spending some time thinking through what types of nouns needed to be included and digging up lists for everything I thought was best. I remember strategizing titles having to do with conquistadors and the Spanish Inquisition. The gamble was that we were essentially trying to anticipate common language in the dream sphere, and how we would be shaping it with our choices.