I had a very vivid dream last night ....for the third night in a row. I am sure it means something, and so I write it down here so that I might recall it better anon.

I was a diffuse conciousness, seeing the world as a fuzzy, overlapping set of visions. During the dream I focused on several individual gestalts, and I recall :

"- inside a cave with a group of people. Outside, the Reaching Dark hunted us, but it could not see us through a curtain of water in front of the cave.

"- I was a snake watching a beetle. These beetles stung, I knew, so I was waiting the right moment to strike.

" - A nightmarish bit: Something was behind me. But an old, harmless man before me smiled and held up a mirror, and I saw with relief there was nothing there.

" - I was an old woman, lying on her deathbed. She wasn't afraid; she just thought it was Time to Join her Ancestors, and her daughter would carry on her responsibilities. Then we split: she saw me in her mind. "Hello, who are you?" she asked, but before I could reply...

" - I was a butterfly, crawling back into a coccoon to transform into a caterpillar.

" - I was an artist, trying to paint a portrait of a rich and powerful man. But every time I put colour on the canvas, he came out twisted, an ugly leer showing in his features.

There were other images, but these were the strongest.

Perhaps there's something in the old tales of the Dream Altar. They say that it was by the side of a lake ....and that folk visiting it were riven by powerful dreams, and even the Yolandeans avoided it lest it drive them mad ....

Perhaps its beneath the glacier which I was exploring recently.....

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