The tray fell down. With a clang. Half shaking the room. Sebastian's dream broke. He sat down and grabbed his pen and notebook. What was I dreaming? He tried to remember. Amid fog he could only see the Kaerludian old librarian's figure. And nothing else. He jotted down: "old librarian." Then he tried to figure out this symbol's significance. Is he somehow related to the previous dream? Is it? He pondered while doodling some quizzical stickmen on the page. Perhaps, perhaps not. He got up from the bed and paced up and down the room. Exercise means blood circulation; blood circulation means cerebration. Then only I will come to a conclusion. He paced up and down some more time. But no. He could not figure out anything. What has happened to my brain? Why I don't see any link? Even if I feel there is a deep link over there. Just over there. I need to stretch my mind some more and I will reach it. – But why can not I do it? Why?
He was getting frustrated. Yes, frustration is good. Frustration gives way to creativity. I should see things from a new perspective.