Dream (Outside World) - 01/24/1995

I've always had vivid dreams. Long ago, I would sometimes jot down what I could remember right after waking up.

Here's one. 




I live underground in an area much like an underground subway station. I've lived there all of my life. It seems that my people (who I think are mostly women) were originally trapped there long ago by what might have been an earthquake or some similar disaster. 

A friend and I spend our days looking for a way out. We have to sneak to do this. Although we're not in any danger, it seems that we're not supposed to be looking. 

We climb up fallen rocks and boulders trying to get high and close to the ceiling to look for an opening. We don't know what it's like outside, but for some reason we feel an urge to get away from our underground situation.

Two older oriental ladies lead us to a rusty, orange-colored tub that's filled with water. They seem to be in charge of it. In the middle of the tub is a pipe that's about a foot in diameter. They tell us that this pipe goes to the outside world. You may enter it only when it is your chosen time and not sooner.

The pipe seems too narrow. I doubt that anyone can fit into it. 

I watch as a woman approaches the tub. She enters the pipe, and head first, goes down and disappears into it. Another woman follows. As she goes downward, water sloshes into the pipe, and I worry that she'll suffocate and drown. I point this out to one of the ladies in charge. She peers down into the pipe and says that it should be okay. I don't trust that she really knows.

I know that later when no one is watching I could easily sneak to the tub and jump into the pipe. But I'm afraid.

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