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Back rooms and descent
Aug. 13th, 2022 11:43 amI dreamed we were being driven around what I perceived to be Los Angeles, a place I've never visited in the waking world. It was sunny, the sky clear, and the buildings seemed to be made of hardened plastic stacked crates. People will sunglasses on balconies. Then it was evening, and we were being led through the back rooms of restaurants and onto darkened streets lit by torches.
"I don't get this place," I said to no one in particular.
*
I dreamed we had to rappel down a sheer metal wall into what seemed like an elevator shaft, myself and a firefighter I know who often looms as a archetype of action and authority in my dreams. I'm not great at climbing, but someone else was manning the rope and let me straight down. It was not a falling sensation, but a gradual lowering, and at the bottom we found people crushed under myriad concrete blocks. We had to sift through the debris and pull them out. One guy, an older man, beardless with little hair and almost emaciated, scampered out and fled when I lifted some stone; I was astonished that he could have survived underneath the crush, let alone nearly unscathed. I continued to search, my friend on my left. Now there was just corpses and bones, and what seemed like rotting meat mixed with old trash and vegetables. My friend shouted to me over the din and confusion, and then we were being gradually pulled back upwards into the light.
"I don't get this place," I said to no one in particular.
*
I dreamed we had to rappel down a sheer metal wall into what seemed like an elevator shaft, myself and a firefighter I know who often looms as a archetype of action and authority in my dreams. I'm not great at climbing, but someone else was manning the rope and let me straight down. It was not a falling sensation, but a gradual lowering, and at the bottom we found people crushed under myriad concrete blocks. We had to sift through the debris and pull them out. One guy, an older man, beardless with little hair and almost emaciated, scampered out and fled when I lifted some stone; I was astonished that he could have survived underneath the crush, let alone nearly unscathed. I continued to search, my friend on my left. Now there was just corpses and bones, and what seemed like rotting meat mixed with old trash and vegetables. My friend shouted to me over the din and confusion, and then we were being gradually pulled back upwards into the light.
