Your weirdest dreams?

[Dr. V]

I'm indoors, in some kind of huge room. I seem to be floating down a river. Sort of like an in door "lazy river" from a water park. The room is very well lit, and has a light blue color all over with some kind of line shapes carved into the walls. In the river is me, a companion of mine, (no idea who he is just a person I "feel" like I know) and several other random strangers. The strangers are floating in front of me in a group. On the walls in front of us as we float by are several large objects that relate to my life. A giant picture of my face, a chef coat (I'm a culinary student) papers and other things. All the time we're floating the strangers are shouting "There he is!" over and over as they see the objects, like seeing them gives the some kind of comfort or relief from a fear. At one point my "friend" and I realize that there's a drop coming up. Like something in a water ride where the boat you're in drops into a lower level (think pirates of the caribbean if you've ever ridden that) After we drop things get even weirder. First the water turns into mud, and the group of strangers begin to wail in fear. The room has changed into a dimly lit brown colored tunnel. Like a hallway in an underground storage place. Now instead of objects on the walls, the tunnel is littered with what I can only describe as engines. But not car engines. You know when people build up motorcycles and they have those engines with the thick swirling tailpipes? Like that but very big and loud. They're on the "bank" of the river, in the mud/water, and the group is seeing them and again screaming, "There he is! There he is!" Only now they seemed much more panicked. As I shove the engines out of the way the friend and I say something to each other I can't quite remember but it was something along the lines of this is going to get worse. Again there's a drop and we fall into the next level. The strangers are wailing and screaming even more. The tunnel has transformed into a dark "temple" setting. Stone walls, torches providing what little light there was. As we float down the river in what has now become a thick black tar, the only thing I can make out on the bank are snakes. Huge snakes rising up tall. They may have been statues or living, not sure. Some stood sideways, some stood facing us, following us. Again the group seeing these snakes screamed in terror, "THERE HE IS!!" Over and over they screamed it.


Let me go back a bit. I only dream in the early morning. During this morning I went through this dream to this point twice. Everything exactly the same. The first time it ended at this point.


The second it did not.


As we float in the sludge, my friend and I talk. We agree that this has to end somehow. That it's going to get much worse. I don't see it coming but we hit the last drop. The sludge is gone and we're back in what I assume is water. There is no sound. No light save for some kind of aura, albeit small, emanating from me. Almost like distant moonlight reflecting on moving water. Complete silence from the strangers. I don't even think they made it this far. Then I feel it. A feeling of my entire body beginning to denature. I see my hands disintegrate. In a pale bluish light my limbs turn into nothing from the tips to my body. Then up to my torso, then my neck. Then my head. Nothing is left. I wake up.