Dream Journal 6/26/17 | Crawling

I was employed as some sort of maid, living in my master’s large, old mansion. It was the middle of the night, and I could hear loud voices at the end of the hallway, outside my room. I snuck out and crept toward the noise, pressing my body against the wall, trying to stay out of sight. I rounded the corner, and was now facing down a long corridor, with just a single door to my right. Also on the right side of me was a very long wall, made completely out of glass.

On the other side of the glass wall was what looking like a library, or some sort of large office. There was a roaring fireplace, which illuminated the room, and spilled out into the hallway where I stood, casting shadows in every direction. There was a group of men standing in the room, all of them dressed very dapperly, and all of them drinking what I assumed was scotch. They were talking in hushed whispers, occasionally bursting out into fits of laughter.

I dropped to my knees, just below the height of the window walls, and crawled by. After several feet, I turned to look over my shoulder, only to see the entire group of men standing at the glass, staring directly at me. I screamed, and stumbled my way to the end of the hall. A dead end.

The men had disappeared from the window, and someone’s hand grabbed my arm tightly. I turned to see another young woman, who quickly and forcefully dragged me through an open vent in the wall. Together, we crawled through what felt like miles of twisting and turning vents, until we came to a large opening. We still had not said a word to each other.

The room we crawled into was made of metal, and seemed almost futuristic. The only thing in the room was a large, heavy door, that definitely resembled a submarine hatch. I turned to the woman and asked her where we were. As soon as the words left my mouth, there was an eerie creaking sound, and small spurts of water began come into the room through the crease in the door. The woman screamed for me to hold my breath, and she wrenched the door open, flooding the room. I held my breath, and pushed against the rushing water, trying desperately to swim upwards toward whatever surface I could find.

Surprisingly, I found myself only two feet below the surface. Above the water, I could see sunny skies and a small, sandy island, where a mother and daughter were lounging in the sun. We were now in a large lake, and I could see zero sign of the mansion, or the room we had just escaped from. The little girl on the beach started screaming about her doll, saying that it was drowning, and I immediately dove back into the water to find it. I realised at this point that the woman who was with me was gone.

I brought a pair of dolls to the sandy island, and the little girl hugged me, and told me that they were her only friends. I asked the mother where we were, and she told me we were at the hospital. I looked around, but did not see any hospital. She explained that the hospital was under the lake, and there were tunnels leading all around the area. I asked her about the mansion, but she had no idea what I was talking about.

The woman asked me if I wanted to take a tour, and I hesitantly accepted, and followed her into another system of winding, vent-like tunnels, hidden beneath a large, fake rock. The last thing I remember was another long, windowed hallway, similar to the one at the mansion, only bright white, and more like a hospital.

And then I woke up.

I later fell back asleep, and had a second dream, which you can read here.

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