The movement of the truck moving fast over the road makes Arthur's upper body sway. He looks around with a practiced calm. He is the second level dreamer; he is the support. One moment, he sees mountains and grass and rocks, the next he sees water, fish. He looks down to the cooler, trails fingertips over the cold cans. And then his hand slips into his pocket, searching for that little die while he mutters- "Must be a dream."