I had to hurry or I'd miss the flight. All I could think about was walking faster, and yet I knew it was impossible to walk any faster than I already was. I was panting and breaking a sweat. I practically ran down the winding corridor. Soon the crowds dissipated and the high-gloss sheen floors turned dark; the air felt cool around me. The lights were dim and I could sense a dampness or moistness in the air.
I turned the corner and there were the Kisers - a family I had known while growing up. My best friend Heidi was there, but she was off in a corner helping a group of people with something. Instead, I had to talk to her parents and her sister, Hilary. They were standing at an opening in the ground, which has suddenly turned to rock. Hilary had a rope tied around her waist as did both of her parents on either side of the opening to the cave.
"You need to hurry," urged Hilary. I was confused. I wasn't sure why I was even in a hurry. But I sensed that time was of the essence and there was a look of urgency on all of their faces. I took the rope that their mother had offered me. Somehow I managed to tie it around my waist. Slowly they lowered me into the cave...
...which didn't end up being a cave, after I was lowered about 10 or 11 stories into the ground. A bell sounded and elevator doors parted ways in front of me. I stepped out on the floor of a building... it was like a dormitory. However it was still dark; still cool and damp, and still quiet.
I walked without seeing or saying so much as one word to anyone. My heart began to pound, and suddenly I knew that I needed to remain as quiet as possible. I realized that I was hiding from someone; or perhaps looking for someone who was hiding. Nonetheless, I didn't want to be caught, and therefore had to remain silent.
I tiptoed up the back stairs, took a tram from one section to the next, and entered an area of the building which was no longer a dormitory, but an upscale hotel.
Again, I had to remain silent. I opted for stairwells instead of elevators. Turning and climbing; climbing and turning. It was so much work. I made one turn, and the next thing I know I am sitting at a stop light, in an old beater car waiting for the light to turn green. I am not sure what happened next... I remember feeling lost, and looking for an address scrawled on a paper somewhere in the car. I was frustrated I could not find it.
I drove the beater car home, feeling defeated; in the depths of despair. I crawled into my bed and cried softly on my pillow. What did it all mean, and more importantly, "Now what was I going to do?" It all felt very sad and very gloomy, and then I woke up.
That dream of just a few nights ago has me so perplexed I am not even sure where to start... I mean, it was so intense, it had to mean something, right?