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I'm in a narrow corridor that is only a shoulder width wide. There's a line of people in front of me and a line of people behind me. We are all walking forward. I'm worried because I can't stop if I wanted to.
The corridor starts going into a spiral and gets narrower and narrower. It gets so tight that it's hard to breathe. After awhile, I can see that there's a tiny opening at the very end of the corridor up ahead. The people are squeezing through the opening.
It's my turn. I don't think that I can fit, but I have no choice. With some effort I manage to squeeze through, and I exit on the other side.
It is very, very bright. I can hardly see.
I live in a shack in the woods. I am deaf and live alone. Once in awhile a married man comes to visit me. His visits are the highlight of my life.
I got the idea for this from a painting by Annya Kai found here.
I am a woman living in a remote village in Vietnam. My sister comes and leaves her baby with me. She says that she has to go and find her husband who is off fighting somewhere. She is gone a long time, and I feel really sad because I don't know what happened to her.
I'm Up-Puunui (grandparent's house). I'm a fairy and someone's trying to catch me.
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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