Let’s talk about some weird/creepy dreams! A short little write up today because I didn’t have much to say.
I had a dream where I went underground. Or maybe it wasn’t me but someone I was pretending to be, someone I could only be in a dream, an illogical story from my tired brain.
I don’t remember all the details, only that it was like a giant supernatural sewer system and I was searching for someone. I know that I was scared in the dream, that some of the things that happened were disturbing even if I don’t remember them now. I know it ended with me finding out that the person I was looking for was either dead or dying and that I had to continue my journey further below.
There are many stories about journeying underground, whether it’s Alice in Wonderland or a belief in mole people living beneath us, we are fascinated by what happens underneath our feet. I wonder if it all goes back to the epic stories we used to tell long long ago, about gods and goddesses and heroes who journey below. How they search for answers from the dead, an acknowledgement that there is an after, or if we’re just fascinated with where we will one day be.