In one of the dreams, there was a strange form of matter. A small cylindrical metallic-looking object (reflectance similar to that of aluminum) with some sort of a pattern on top.
Well, its properties changed with thoughts and emotions. I guess it occasionally lost its shape, melted and started boiling without changes in its physical environment. It didn't become hot when it started boiling.
Somehow felt the object being cross-dimensional by nature.
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