Jack7
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This dream occurred some number of weeks ago. I recorded it immediately but due to my work schedule couldn’t post anything regarding it.
The Dreaming DM, Part Three - The Dream of the Thing Under the Water: My uncle and I (in the dream he was actually a few years younger than me even though he is really about ten to twelve years older than I am) were at a lakeshore. The lake itself was a rather bizarre body of water. At times the water was a deep blue with rather active wave cycles and currents for an otherwise undisturbed lake. But at other moments the water was a deep, almost milky and opaque green and at those times it was completely still. Like a mirror, though a sort of dirty and dingy one, and despite the darkness of the water one could see the sky above and the motion of the cloud formations which were different in reflection off of the water than if you gazed at them directly above. When they were reflected off the surface of the lake the clouds seemed to transform into bizarre shapes and figures, some of these reflections seeming almost entirely abstract, others seeming to take on the distorted images of unreal or mythological or frightening creatures.
There was a rather large crowd milling about the lakeshore as if they were waiting for something but after some time most of these people went away. Wandering off as if they had been disappointed by something, or the failure of something, I wasn’t sure which. My uncle and I remained talking until almost nightfall when the water nearest the shore to us began to bubble and seethe, as if in a heated cauldron. Suddenly a large, and for lack of a better term, carousel statue, or set of statues, arose from the bubbling water. The statues or figures were like a huge assortment of chaotically arranged metallic men and animals in various poses and in various stages of activity. It looked as if someone had taken a three-dimensional photograph of a wild carousel scene, or of a disorganized circus of violent activity made out of metal and had mounted it upon a domed base of translucent green and milk striped marble. The thing swiveled for perhaps a quarter of a turn, then a terrible grinding noise began, like metal being sheared apart in a car crash, and something very like a voice underneath the noise shouted out something in a sort of wail of despair. I could not though hear what was actually said. My uncle turned to me and said, “Did you hear that Jack?”
To which I replied, “Yes, but what does it mean?”
At that point the entire object “broke in half,” right in the center, and the two halves receded apart and downwards as if I were watching a mouth open wide, and in an almost leisurely fashion, from a side view. Oddly, as the halves split and the opening widened all sound ceased. The environment became completely silent and still. Then the two halves rejoined in a reversal of the “opening” process until no seam or split or division could be seen and the whole structure resubmerged entirely intact. Seemingly moments later it reemerged and although the domed base was exactly the same the entire upper part of the structure had changed or been transformed. It was now an entirely different set of figures, monstrous in appearance yet each figure was smaller than a normal sized man. Some of the figures seemed engaged in struggle against one another, several seemed in different stages of dying, and one I remember quite clearly had a claw around its throat. And its throat was scaled, almost serpentine.
This process repeated itself several more times, with violent bubbling and churning of the water, although each time the object reappeared it was on the surface for a longer period of time and the entire cycle of submergence and reemergence seemed slower and slower.
Finally, immediately after the sun had set and twilight was finished the object rose again from the water and this time the appearance of the “stage” (for the figures on top of the domed marble base reminded me of a fixed or set stage) was filled with snakes. Dozens, if not hundreds of small snakes, but also some very large ones, a few being gigantic. Although there were no human figures in the scene at all the appearance of the snakes reminded me of the Statue of the Death of Laocoon and his Sons. There was a sort of pale bluish cast to the entire object that made it glow slightly, as if from some type of internal illumination or possibly radiation, and once again all of the figures seemed made of some type of metal.
The figure split open again and when it did so my uncle said to me, “I’m going to swim out and go down that hole and see what is inside.” He pointed to the opening made by the splitting of the two halves and said that he believed a sort of tube or shaft ran down the middle and that he could get to the bottom of that before the water reflooded the shaft, then survive the flooding by holding his breath long enough for the object to reappear again and for the maw to reopen. Then he would swim back out and tell me how the object reappeared in a different form each time.
I advised him against it very strongly because I didn’t think he could possibly get in and thereafter survive the water long enough for it to resurface. He assured me he could, but I pointed out each cycle was taking longer and longer to complete. Plus, I suspected the entire device was a huge and fascinating trap, designed to lure the curious.
Nevertheless he swam out to it and went down the shaft at which point the figure slowly closed back in on itself and then resubmerged. It took a long time to reappear and when it did it was the same set of snake figures as when it had last submerged. It also did not split open again but simply sank leisurely back into the water as if it were a large boat slowly sinking to the bottom. I knew my uncle had drowned. But I decided I would conduct my own investigation by diving into the lake with scuba equipment and trying to find the object underwater to see if I could recover his body and discover what the object actually was and how it operated. However, before I could do this I woke up.
For Adventures regarding this dream see Here
The Dreaming DM, Part Three - The Dream of the Thing Under the Water: My uncle and I (in the dream he was actually a few years younger than me even though he is really about ten to twelve years older than I am) were at a lakeshore. The lake itself was a rather bizarre body of water. At times the water was a deep blue with rather active wave cycles and currents for an otherwise undisturbed lake. But at other moments the water was a deep, almost milky and opaque green and at those times it was completely still. Like a mirror, though a sort of dirty and dingy one, and despite the darkness of the water one could see the sky above and the motion of the cloud formations which were different in reflection off of the water than if you gazed at them directly above. When they were reflected off the surface of the lake the clouds seemed to transform into bizarre shapes and figures, some of these reflections seeming almost entirely abstract, others seeming to take on the distorted images of unreal or mythological or frightening creatures.
There was a rather large crowd milling about the lakeshore as if they were waiting for something but after some time most of these people went away. Wandering off as if they had been disappointed by something, or the failure of something, I wasn’t sure which. My uncle and I remained talking until almost nightfall when the water nearest the shore to us began to bubble and seethe, as if in a heated cauldron. Suddenly a large, and for lack of a better term, carousel statue, or set of statues, arose from the bubbling water. The statues or figures were like a huge assortment of chaotically arranged metallic men and animals in various poses and in various stages of activity. It looked as if someone had taken a three-dimensional photograph of a wild carousel scene, or of a disorganized circus of violent activity made out of metal and had mounted it upon a domed base of translucent green and milk striped marble. The thing swiveled for perhaps a quarter of a turn, then a terrible grinding noise began, like metal being sheared apart in a car crash, and something very like a voice underneath the noise shouted out something in a sort of wail of despair. I could not though hear what was actually said. My uncle turned to me and said, “Did you hear that Jack?”
To which I replied, “Yes, but what does it mean?”
At that point the entire object “broke in half,” right in the center, and the two halves receded apart and downwards as if I were watching a mouth open wide, and in an almost leisurely fashion, from a side view. Oddly, as the halves split and the opening widened all sound ceased. The environment became completely silent and still. Then the two halves rejoined in a reversal of the “opening” process until no seam or split or division could be seen and the whole structure resubmerged entirely intact. Seemingly moments later it reemerged and although the domed base was exactly the same the entire upper part of the structure had changed or been transformed. It was now an entirely different set of figures, monstrous in appearance yet each figure was smaller than a normal sized man. Some of the figures seemed engaged in struggle against one another, several seemed in different stages of dying, and one I remember quite clearly had a claw around its throat. And its throat was scaled, almost serpentine.
This process repeated itself several more times, with violent bubbling and churning of the water, although each time the object reappeared it was on the surface for a longer period of time and the entire cycle of submergence and reemergence seemed slower and slower.
Finally, immediately after the sun had set and twilight was finished the object rose again from the water and this time the appearance of the “stage” (for the figures on top of the domed marble base reminded me of a fixed or set stage) was filled with snakes. Dozens, if not hundreds of small snakes, but also some very large ones, a few being gigantic. Although there were no human figures in the scene at all the appearance of the snakes reminded me of the Statue of the Death of Laocoon and his Sons. There was a sort of pale bluish cast to the entire object that made it glow slightly, as if from some type of internal illumination or possibly radiation, and once again all of the figures seemed made of some type of metal.
The figure split open again and when it did so my uncle said to me, “I’m going to swim out and go down that hole and see what is inside.” He pointed to the opening made by the splitting of the two halves and said that he believed a sort of tube or shaft ran down the middle and that he could get to the bottom of that before the water reflooded the shaft, then survive the flooding by holding his breath long enough for the object to reappear again and for the maw to reopen. Then he would swim back out and tell me how the object reappeared in a different form each time.
I advised him against it very strongly because I didn’t think he could possibly get in and thereafter survive the water long enough for it to resurface. He assured me he could, but I pointed out each cycle was taking longer and longer to complete. Plus, I suspected the entire device was a huge and fascinating trap, designed to lure the curious.
Nevertheless he swam out to it and went down the shaft at which point the figure slowly closed back in on itself and then resubmerged. It took a long time to reappear and when it did it was the same set of snake figures as when it had last submerged. It also did not split open again but simply sank leisurely back into the water as if it were a large boat slowly sinking to the bottom. I knew my uncle had drowned. But I decided I would conduct my own investigation by diving into the lake with scuba equipment and trying to find the object underwater to see if I could recover his body and discover what the object actually was and how it operated. However, before I could do this I woke up.
For Adventures regarding this dream see Here
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