You were in a dream of mine last night. The sequence of events is hard
to remember. I was in this big wooded park area, looking for a spot to
sit that wasn't too close to anyone else. At some point a large, white,
Victorian-style house became part of the dream, and I ran into you
there.
You were with a large group of people, there was some sort of
gathering there. I think we got to discreetly brush hands with one
another at some point. I had to go do or see something (we said no more
than a sentence or two each during the entire thing), and I had wanted
to say bye or say something more, but the group sort of coalesced around
you and you went with them, to a large tour bus, which drove away
(inexplicably, as it was through the woods). I wandered off from the
house and the grouping of people, into what was a larger woods than it
had been earlier in the dream.
There was a great depression in the
earth, with a lot of the vegetation having turned brown and faded. It
made me think that it had been underwater at some point, and the area
had an air about it, something like a curse, but I was cavorting in it.
Something magical happened when I entered it-- I was flying a magic kite
or I started gliding around myself, can't remember-- and then I found
some sort of entrance that led underground. I entered, it was something
like a labyrinth, strange markings and fluorescent lines seeming to take
me on a path through it.
When I tried to go back I found I was lost,
and everything had shifted so that it wasn't the same as before. There
were places where I could see through to where the other people were,
but I couldn't pass through and they couldn't see me. I met other people
down there, or ageless shadows of their own selves, whom had each been
down there for different amounts of time, some for hundreds of years.
That's all I remember.
Also, hello.
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