have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

I often dream movies. In shots. In such cases, I am not a participant; I am a disembodied observer.

A group of pranksters were setting up a slingshot stretched across a town street. When they had tied both ends to lampposts, they pulled it back and launched this great gob of goo into the crowd walking down the street away from them. Chaos. Everyone began running towards the castle on the point beyond the town. People were running along the top of the aqueduct that lead to it, against the flow of water.

The slingshot people started launching boulders up onto the aqueduct, whose momentum carried them up the incline to the castle.

Out on the water, the pirates were watching. They made their way past the castle on the point, watching everything unfold, and headed into the bay.

In another place...

It was a very baroque room. It had character, of a studied, regal, and somewhat menacing kind.

It also had a wall that wasn't.

Where the rest of the room was ornate, this wall was conspicuously blank. Defying all expectations of what the room should be like, it was as if this wall was not a part of the room at all. Perhaps that was the best description of it.

It seemed to those who had gathered there that something had sliced through the middle of the room, leaving this blank grey surface as a divider. No one went near it, they just stayed by the opposite wall. Then someone decided to try to bounce a ball off it.

The ball simply passed through the surface without a sound. Wordlessly, the person produced a second ball, and tied a length of string to it. He threw the ball, holding on to the end of the string. After the ball and half of the string had passed through, he gave a tug. The string remained taut and he couldn't pull any back through the wall. But he kept pulling harder and harder until it finally snapped. They all left the frayed tail end of string sticking out and never returned.