I was watching this dream the way I watch many of my dreams. I was inside of a cave – a rather large one whose walls glowed red and hot. In the center of it, the ground fell out to reveal a deep chasm that burned with fire and scorching embers. Seemingly nailed high up on the cave walls were […] fairies – thin, delicate, pretty creatures – all hung in a row that encircled the cave. And from the ceiling there grew the strangest organism – the master of this cave – a thing that was half plant, half animal – tremendously large, nearly filling its entire cave. It was like a mammoth spider that hung from the ceiling, except instead of legs, it had branches filled with the most beautiful flowers that possessed all sorts of colors and had parts that shimmered and glowed when caught at the right angles. These branches came in bundles and hung limply like willow wands – each bundle grew its own kind of exotic flower so the flowers were the same within bundles but different from other clusters of flowers. The organism was able to move its flowery limbs in a circle around the cave so that the flowers brushed across the fairies hanging on the walls.
There were two fairies who weren’t hung to the sides of the cave, and they stood at the small entrance […] that was connected to a tunnel. The flower organism told them to bring water before it moved its limbs in a full circle around the cave or else it would kill one of the fairies on the wall. […] the limp flower branches began to move; a bundle of flowered willow wands parted and engulfed a wall fairy within its colorful jaws as if to eat it. But the organism was only playing, and it withdrew its deadly flowers from around its victim, leaving it unharmed. Then this giant being moved its limbs and did the same to the next fairy and then to the next – all the while, slowly turning in a circle. Finally, it got to the last fairy and parted its flowery wands, engulfing the delicate thing within a smother of beautiful, magic flowers. The fairies on the ground cried, “Quick! Where’s the water! Bring it! Bring it!” The water had been right outside the entrance all along, but only now, at the very last minute, did they scurry to lug it into the cave in a pail. However, it was too late. The organism removed its flowers from around the fairy – and it was as if strings had been cut, for she fell from the wall and into the mouth of the burning chasm below.
[…] they fed the organism the water before somehow pulling the fallen fairy from the depths of the chasm. She was unconscious – perhaps dead – as she [lay] there on the ground at the edge of the chasm. She was a very pretty thing, with golden hair and a shimmering golden dress. There was some water still left in the pail and the other ground fairies (there were now several of them) scurried to try to revive her with it. It was some sort of magical water and I remember thinking as I looked on, Now that they have the water, they could do it – they could do anything. But they […] couldn’t revive the fallen fairy.