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@ariella-newheart

Yeah, it is a bit confusing, but then again so are most Christopher Nolan movies (I’m looking at you, The Prestige). Perhaps this example might help illustrate:

You stalk through the palace halls unseen without a guard or attendant in sight. You know their routines so well you could write a book about them,but now’s not the time for that. Today, the tyrant falls. You come to a window; clear below. You shoot your grappling hook through the sky and it fastens tight on the tower opposite. Rope secure and taut, you begin your walk across. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot; focus on the steps ahead. You lean– don’t panic! You re-center, and avoid peril. Left foot, right foot. You come to the tower, and step on to solid rock, solid brick, solid relationships. You look around; still undiscovered, you press on. Down the tower you come to the throne hall. Turkey, lamb, raisins; a feast for a king. But not a soul in sight. You frown from your perch in the rafters; this should be the place.

“The place for what? Your futile attempt to change things?”

Your eyes dart about as your voice echoes through the hall. In the shadows you always were spoken of in hushed tones- but even in the shadows, you were your own worse enemy. You think quickly of what you would do, and jump to the next rafter just in time to avoid a knife in your back. You turn around and see yourself behind where you were. Practical clothing, minimal handholds- a pretty stupid hat, though. You square off, watching your hands as you clamber over the wooden beams to close the distance. You move first as you lunge with the knife. You crouch and the knife swings by your hatless head. You catch the arm; you get punch in the face, but don’t let go. You teeter. You pivot your foot, and manage to shove yourself off. You catch your foot, and the two of you tumble down onto the wooden table below. 

It also might help if we interspersed the “dream” sequences with scenes of the author working alone on his manuscript.