Dreamcity, The Cave Under The Mountain

We fear what we do not understand. We fear what we do not see. In the darkness, it could be anything.

One dream I had lead me into the mountains. The mist was heavy. The rocks jagged. Moss of every rock.

These were tall and pointy mountains. Almost like walls, but not appeared to be built. But where I was, and what I was looking for. I don't even know.

But I found an entrance. In it, a long dark path stretched going into the mountain, and curving down and to the left. The pass was large, you could fit 2 cars side by side. This tunnel also curved downwards.

To the entrance, there were some torches luminating the entrance. And a long set of stairs lead the path, going down.

I followed these steps, and then only 20 steps down. The stairs began to change into a slide. And fear echoed through me. I still had my feet. But the newer stairs became smoother and smooth and they morphed together till the steps were gone.

The slide was a one way trip. It was my absolute fear to fall. I felt this piercing anxiety. And I became almost paralyzed falling backwards on the still staircase.

I kept looking back into the darkness as if though something was going to come slithering up and kill me. All the while crawling up the stairs and out into the cold air of the jagged mountains.

Odd.... or exact. With a path of darkness becoming a path of no return.

When I woke up. I thought I knew what was in the darkness. I only had a guess. But a sick feeling that I was right.

It was me.