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Weird Dream From 2011-04-23
Apr. 23rd, 2017 01:19 pmThe following is the text of a dream which I transcribed onto Facebook in several posts. Facebook had some sort of a 600 character limit back in the day.
Had a dream this morning. I dreamed that the Thames had suddenly been drained, and that there was this weird temple entrance lying half buried in the floor of the river bed. Some archaeologists had opened the entrance, and I was one of the first in.
The temple had been sealed long before the river had come over it, so its interior was dry, all grey stone. Some steps hed down, into this abstract chamber of all grey stone. Very odd shapes, stairwells in all directions and on all sides, each one going off in uneven directions, all of them leading nowhere.
I saw what looked like a long corridor leading away from the central chamber. I realised that I was looking at a realistic painting: a picture painted into the wall. But when I touched it, it turned out to be real. So I ventured into the corridor, which seemed to go on in a straight line forever.
Halfway down, there were two corridors on either side, making it a crossroads in the corridor: but when I looked again and touched them, they were just paintings. Likewise, the corner at the end of the corridor which led to the right turned out to be a dead end; it only went a few feet around the corner and ended at a grey stone wall just out of line of sight.
For some reason, getting out of this corridor was harder than going in. For one thing, I was now racing against the clock, because the picture was starting to go solid. For another thing, I had to come out of it backwards. If I'd turned to look, the picture would have gone solid and frozen me inside it forever.
When I emerged, I almost fell backwards; it was a sensation very much like having a blocked ear that suddenly clears. I looked, and the corridor was just a painting again, a solid part of the wall, a trompe l'oeil effect. I don't know if I'd failed or not. I didn't care. I'd explored the inside of a painting that had not been seen by Man.
Finally, I was climbing down this spiral staircase which showed promise; it was supposed to open up into a larger chamber below this one. But then I felt drops falling on me from above. It was water. The river was starting to come back. And so we all had to make our way back up onto the surface before we got flooded. Last thing was me emerging into the light, and the water was already ankle deep and rising.
Had a dream this morning. I dreamed that the Thames had suddenly been drained, and that there was this weird temple entrance lying half buried in the floor of the river bed. Some archaeologists had opened the entrance, and I was one of the first in.
The temple had been sealed long before the river had come over it, so its interior was dry, all grey stone. Some steps hed down, into this abstract chamber of all grey stone. Very odd shapes, stairwells in all directions and on all sides, each one going off in uneven directions, all of them leading nowhere.
I saw what looked like a long corridor leading away from the central chamber. I realised that I was looking at a realistic painting: a picture painted into the wall. But when I touched it, it turned out to be real. So I ventured into the corridor, which seemed to go on in a straight line forever.
Halfway down, there were two corridors on either side, making it a crossroads in the corridor: but when I looked again and touched them, they were just paintings. Likewise, the corner at the end of the corridor which led to the right turned out to be a dead end; it only went a few feet around the corner and ended at a grey stone wall just out of line of sight.
For some reason, getting out of this corridor was harder than going in. For one thing, I was now racing against the clock, because the picture was starting to go solid. For another thing, I had to come out of it backwards. If I'd turned to look, the picture would have gone solid and frozen me inside it forever.
When I emerged, I almost fell backwards; it was a sensation very much like having a blocked ear that suddenly clears. I looked, and the corridor was just a painting again, a solid part of the wall, a trompe l'oeil effect. I don't know if I'd failed or not. I didn't care. I'd explored the inside of a painting that had not been seen by Man.
Finally, I was climbing down this spiral staircase which showed promise; it was supposed to open up into a larger chamber below this one. But then I felt drops falling on me from above. It was water. The river was starting to come back. And so we all had to make our way back up onto the surface before we got flooded. Last thing was me emerging into the light, and the water was already ankle deep and rising.
