I would dream in maths sometimes. This was not unexpected given the things that my eyes could occasionally see. My sleeping brain would concoct entire worlds of numbers to be arrayed before me stretching away to an infinite horizon. The fuzzy and inconsistent bits of reality would fall away and leave behind only perfect mathematics.

In my dream last night, I was chasing through the woods after a pattern of lines and a pattern of points, each obscuring the other such that I was not able to perceive the entirety of either. They were too fast for me, too flighty, and under normal circumstances I never would have been able to catch them up… But just as the realization of this truth fell upon me, my eyes decided to pull a new trick – one that I had never before dreamed possible. Faintly at first, but then with a growing clarity, I found myself with the ability to perceive probability. Little by little, I discovered that I was able to know ahead of time what course changes their path was likely to take, and with this information considered, I began gaining ground.

Before long I found myself upon them, so close to the pattern of lines and the pattern of points that I was certain any moment now I would be able to see them unobscured, to know in entirety their true form…

And then before my eyes they fell apart, crumbling into a broken and grotesquely contorted mass upon the forest floor.