Havi glanced around his apartment. Seeing the stack of books he was looking for, he moved over and grabbed a book in the middle, making sure the stack didn't topple over. The book was about four inches thick, and was one of his favorite research books. He opened it as he went into the kitchen, cooking himself something small to eat.
A few hours passed that way, his head buried in a few books. It was always easiest to pass the time reading. He wrote notes down as he read something useful, but wrote down very little compared to what he read. When he finished a book he threw it to the floor, not caring how or where it landed.
During that time Clarissa called him twice, leaving messages to call her back as soon as he could. Someone also came to his door, but they left after ten minutes of him not replying. Havi didn't care if he irritated people, only cared that his research was not disturbed. He was close to a breakthrough, and was not about to let idiots disturb him.
He went to bed sometime late into the night, stacking the books he had just read in a new pile on the opposite side of the room. Once he fell asleep, he slipped into his usual dream.
Havi was standing outside of a tiny cottage. He walked around but no one was there as usual. Deciding to look for someone inside, he entered and felt at home with all of the books, chests, and weapons either scattered around the room or sitting as decorations. He felt like looking into the other rooms, only finding a plain sleeping room with only a few more books. He heard rustling somewhere, and decided to investigate who it was.
Leaving, he spotted a man standing in the room. The man was obviously younger than himself, but held himself confidently. He was observing a wine bottle, but then seemed to almost throw it into the air as if it had scared him.
"Don't touch anything here," Havi scolded the visitor. "They are all priceless items."
The man caught the bottle just in time. Just as he was about to show his whole face to Havi, the professor woke up.
Havi growled as his alarm blared at him to wake up. He had placed it far away, finding himself breaking alarms if they were within arm's reach of him upon waking. The irritable professor got up and shut off his alarm. As he got ready for another day of lecturing, he thought back to the dream.
He had been having the dream for as long as he could remember, but it was always different lengths. Sometimes he just observed the man, and other times he was just wandering around the cottage. Occasionally he was going through some of the things in the building: flipping through books with illegible words, digging through one of the huge chests, or just brushing a horse's mane. The horse was always the weirdest, seeming to possess fangs and oddly shaped feet. He had made a sculpture of it, painting the sculpture to look like a miniature of the dream horse.
Occasionally he would stare at the horse, trying to piece together what it all meant. All of the dreams were obviously connected, and he knew that the strange man. He was determined to find out who the man was, but he had never seen the man's face, or if he did he never remembered the image. He longed to see it, as if the man were precious to him.
Getting irritated with himself, Havi sped up his preparations and left the house.