Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
shadows of the very space we live in and wrests from us the matter which we know to be our own. years after he had written those prophetic words the thing was that other dimension ... or was it one supreme intelligence ... had deliberately sown the seeds of dissension. The reduction of the world's mental power had been carefully planned with diabolic connecting door to the bedroom. He stopped on the threshold and a sob forced its way to his lips. There was no bedroom. Where his stolid four poster and dresser had been there was greyish nothingness. Chambers merely tapped on the glass top of the counter with a Chambers took his cigar. That was all. For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner. dimension to another. Men who had lived close to the things they power of mind alone that they now stood out alone against the power of some greater mind. The street was gone. The rest of his house was gone. This room still retained its form. This room, he knew, would stay the longest. And when the rest of revolutionary to cost Mr. Chambers his post at the university. the room was gone, this corner with his favorite chair would years. The bedroom was for sleeping, the kitchen for eating. This October wind was rustling the dead leaves when Mr. Chambers remain. For this was the spot where he had lived for twenty room was for living. This was his last stand. These were the walls and floors and prints and lamps that had soaked up his will to make them walls and prints and lamps. lived with this room. Their interests had been divided, thinly spread their thoughts had not been concentrated as his upon an snarling and growling, snapping at his heels. But Mr. Chambers was blurting floated to Mr. Chambers. "Oh, well," said Mr. Chambers, "I never did like that very well." The wind whipped the muted words away and Mr. Chambers grumbled Perhaps, if he thought hard enough, he could bring them back. But, after all, what was the use? One man, alone, could not stand Mr. Chambers had written. He wondered what the elephant ash tray looked like in that other trays or radios or elephants in the invading dimension. He wondered, as a matter of fact, what he himself would look like of Oak and Lincoln and they were talking excitedly. Mr. Chambers But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an There was one answer to all of that. He simply didn't know. Nothingness advanced upon him, ate its way across the room, stalking him as he sat in the chair underneath the lamp. And he Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk. Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had self exile had become a prison, an intangible, impassable wall bounded by four city blocks by three. Beyond them lay utter, unexplainable terror. Beyond them he never went. Huddled in the chair, he frowned slowly. It was disquieting to have something like that happen. There must be something wrong. Had his long exile finally turned his mind ... perhaps just a had come to be as much a part of him as the clothes he wore. Every detail of the room was engraved in his mind with ... clarity the mantelpiece with the dusty bric-a-brac the pendulum clock that told the time of day as well as the day of the week and month the elephant ash tray on the tabaret and, Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither define nor understand. When finally he dozed off it was to lose himself in a series of horrific dreams. He dreamed first that he was a castaway on a tiny islet in mid-ocean, that the waters around the island teemed with huge poisonous sea snakes ... hydrophinnae ... and that steadily those serpents were devouring the island. In another dream he was pursued by a horror which he could neither see nor hear, but only could imagine. And as he sought to flee he stayed in the one place. His legs worked frantically, pumping like pistons, but he could make no progress. It was as if grew slowly in his brain: Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat, somewhere else. The cold of fear and horror, the chill of a half whispered thought. There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself. central theme of the talk he overheard: the wars and plagues. And somehow those gruesome statistics seemed tied up with his own experience. Something, somewhere, some part of his earlier life, Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall. Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it sleeping powders. His dreams that night were the same as on the night before. Again there was the islet in mid-ocean. Again he was alone upon it. Again the squirming hydrophinnae were eating his foothold piece by piece. remembered them, one by one. But his mind, still fogged by sleep The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers looked. Mr. Chambers was sure of that. that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered. Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began ages may have moulded an imagery of that space in which he lives, knowledge of the pin? It would not, for in this case the shadow is two dimensional, the pin three dimensional. Yet both occupy the same space. Granting then that the power of men's minds alone holds this natural conclusion if we accept the double hypothesis: that mind does control the formation of all matter and that other worlds lie in juxtaposition with ours. our world will dissolve beneath our feet and before our eyes as shadows of the very space we live in and wrests from us the matter which we know to be our own. whole story ... he could not know. He never listened to the But abruptly the whole thing fitted together in his brain like it all gripped him with damning clarity. There were not sufficient minds in existence to retain the and take his universe into its own plane! Abruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case him. It seemed to ricochet up and into the higher levels of the With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him. Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not favorite chair, closed his eyes then opened them again. He sighed with relief as he saw the room was unchanged. Everything in its accustomed place: the clock, the lamp, the up its usual sympathetic vibration. This was his room, he thought. Rooms acquire the personality of the person who lives in them, become a part of him. This was his world, his own private world, and as such it would be the last to Mr. Chambers stared at the marine print and for a moment a little away. The rest of the world might dissolve because there was insufficient power of thought to retain its outward form. But this room was his. He alone had furnished it. He alone, since gone and that fitted in the pattern ... for it would be the least familiar things that would go first. Wheeling, he stared across the room. Was it his imagination, or Or had it really happened? Might not all this exist within his our world will dissolve beneath our feet and before our eyes as

<question>:
How do Mr. Chambers' dreams connect with the events of the story?

<options>:
A The island is his job at the university, and the snakes are the people who fired him.
B The island is his solitude, and the snakes are people who want to talk to him.
C The dreams are unrelated.
D The island is his room, and the snakes are the other minds.

<answer>:

D