The early dream is a bit fuzzy, but as I was writing this, I remembered a bit more of it.
I was driving some sort of darkly-painted car-like vehicle that didn't belong to me. Being a dream, it was probably way too small to actually drive. I swerved down the road a ways before jumping out of the car (which continued driving haphazardly along without me). It seemed to be about midday, and I was on the right side of the highway, which I recognized as an interstate. It ran along the top of a hill, then turned into a bridge that followed the lowering terrain on other side. Immediately near me, the interstate split off into a smaller road, which continued somewhat parallel to the interstate, veering away slightly, before splitting into two roads: one that continued below the highway ((and very parallel)), and ((right next to me)) one that dropped below ground into one of those subterranean roads. I saw some fellow in a respectable looking suit walking down the other road with a young woman in a flamboyant costume. As they walked, they would periodically jump onto or off the railings, occasionally on a skateboard-like thing, making it seem like a series of tricks. At this point, a guy I knew ((I believe I recognized him as my old biology teacher)) pulled up in a similar looking car and asked me why I was following those two. I explained that I wasn't, I was just looking for a ride. He shrugged and kept going down the highway.
I began to descend into the tunnel, following the road. It was lit by orange-yellow-tinted lights in the walls or ceiling, giving a strange cast to everything.
It actually looked a lot like this,
but it was much simpler and smaller, only one lane.
A little ways down, I saw a few people I knew, who I joined up with. ((At this point, the dream gets a bit fuzzy until later on.)) We continued down the tunnel, which eventually ended far away from the entrance. ((The road also stopped at the mouth of the tunnel.)) We were looking out onto a desert that resembled a pine nut forest from Colorado -- lots of scraggly trees and scrub -- and it was the middle of the night, with lots of stars visible in the night sky. Down the hill and at the peak of another one ((We seemed to be much closer to the foothills of the mountain the highway ran towards)) was a sort of sandstone temple or something. With the few torches that lit up the entrance and a bit of the grounds with an orange tint, it was reminiscent of Minecraft. Apparently, some sort of thieves have forced us to take refuge in the temple, though my dreamself realizes that they're deeper inside. The room just inside the temple -- which is actually more like a tomb now -- is small, made of plain sandstone. Along the left wall are two panels, each about the size of a door. Ahead, aligned with the right side of the room, is a set of stairs that goes deeper into the temple. Along the right side of the wall is another one of those panels. After considering with my group a bit ((who proceed to spread out and start searching)), I walked over to the panel on the far left. I placed my hands on it and, with some effort, slid it into the wall to the right. As a group, we continued on down the tunnel that was revealed and then down the stairway that followed.
Near the bottom, I remembered that there was a geocache in the tomb, which I located through a panel nearby. None of my group saw me or followed me in that I noticed. Inside, there was an upside-down "L" shaped room ((The panel I entered through was in the short leg of the "L")). Along the wall to the right, there was a small square window, about a foot wide. Ahead, there was a bookshelf and, to the left of it ((parallel to the wall)), there was a single twin size bed that looked quite rumpled. Most of the room was a mess, full of objects and things dropped off or stored by previous geocachers. I went to the window and opened it up a crack. Outside, I could barely make out dim figures slumping around in the desert. I closed it, as to not get their attention. As I did, I noticed a shadow in the corner of the window that turned out to be the face of a child faintly molded into the window. As I moved to turn away, I moved into just the right angle to see that someone had carved something into the window. There was a short message that I cannot recall, followed by an email (("
atakius@gmail.com" or something)) and a crudely scribbled drawing of a cartoony monster. I pulled out a flip-phone gaming thing, booted to the main menu, started a new game, chose to take a picture to represent my avatar, and tried to take a picture of the message, which failed horribly because of the terrible resolution.
I walked over to the bookshelf, which was only about 4' tall with two shelves. Kneeling down, I began to look through the books. On the top shelf were several ((about six)) copies of a "Hitchhikers Guide to Speaking X" ((Where X was English, Italian, Dutch, etc.)). There were also numerous guides to native flora and fauna, as well as survival ((and game)) guides ((notably, a Zombie Survival Guide)). In addition, there were a good number of novels as well. On the top-right shelf, behind most of the other books, I saw what I had left last time. I recall a comic-novel called "The Last Starfighter," another Zombie Survival Guide, and some D&D campaign notes that I hadn't written. I pocketed the Zombie Survival Guide after I saw the double, then looked on top of the bookshelf. There was an array of coloured Game Boys, each with ((presumably)) a corresponding Pokemon game in it, as well as several other consoles. I scooped up each one and dumped them my bag. I took a quick look at one of them. It booted up what seemed to be Animal Crossing. The player was an owl, followed by several werewolf creatures that seemed to be friends. ((A closer look at the owl showed it to be werewolf-ified as well)). The music was high and flat, and a bit creepy. Recognizing that whoever had played it last had already reached endgame, I put it away.
Someone then called my name, telling me that I had to hurry. I finished grabbing anything that looked valuable and ran to the other side of the room, sliding open a new panel. Outside, my group waited in a room that seemed to be the end of the stairs. They seemed to be waiting for me. I told them that if we wanted to escape the tomb, they knew the dangers. They told me that they were ready to go. In the middle of the left wall of the room was a steep ramp that descended about a hundred feet, then turned. In the center of the ramp was a channel full of rapidly flowing water. At the top of the ramp was a small pool of calmer water. I walked over to the wall and began to pull rings from a slot. I placed one in the small pool, where it inflated slightly. One of my group members jumped over and sat in the center. He screamed a bit as I pushed him down the chute. I began to distribute the rings and then followed everyone else down the flume. Much further down, the flume ended in what appeared to be an ancient garden and then flowed into several irrigation channels. A cobbled path continued much further into the distance and was lit by torches. Far to the left was a highway. All along the cobbled path and hidden in the garden were walking corpses.
((Dreamaware me was like
))
Luckily, we were armed with infinitesimally small toy revolvers about an inch and a half long. Just big enough to pull the trigger with the pointer finger and cock it with the thumb.
We began to move down the path, fending of the corpses. Strangely, they were all female and wearing fancy Victorian-doll costumes which, combined with their porcelain complexion and silence, made them seem creepily doll-like. When cocked, the revolvers gave a loud click, but their only effect when fired was a pitiful amount of recoil, no projectiles. Despite this, a "headshot" from one of the revolvers would down one of the dollpeople. As we worked our way down the path, someone lurched towards me, and I shot them by reflex. Unfortunately, it was a member of our group. She went down exactly like a doll, slowly crumpling over, but she mumbled quietly to herself as she died. We continued on, losing very few people, until I realized my brother was no longer with us. I noticed him off the path, kicking around a ball in a shallow pool of water. Several dollpeople were lurching towards him, but he was oblivious. It was obvious that he saw them coming, and he when he saw me, he shouted that he didn't care if they killed him. We left him behind, but at around this point, I woke up.
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That was more wall-of-texty that I thought it would be.
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