Strange Land

There was a dark tone throughout this entire dream – as if, the entire time, the weather was cloudy.  The first thing I recall was that I was at some carnival or festival with [Alana] and [Kris].  I walked towards a cluster of trees from where [Abigail] suddenly leaped, seizing me and pulling me into the trees.  I cried out for [Alana] to help me – I was being kidnapped!

[Abigail] had her arms around my waist and was carrying me like I was some living, oversized stuffed animal.  She took me to the other side of the trees to a hidden land.  There, we approached a river with wrecked cars […] on the shores, some still partway in the water – much [like shipwrecks].  [Abigail] proceeded to take me across the waters and we had already waded well in, up to our waists, when a crash-test dummy leaned out the window of one of the wrecked cars.  He warned [Abigail] not to cross the river – that to do so would mean death.  I got the impression that [Abigail] was a very valuable person in this land – a queen or a leader of sorts.  [Abigail] heeded the dummy’s warning and backed out of the river with some resentment.

The next thing I knew, I think I was rescued.  I was riding in the back of my mom’s car with my mother at the wheel when I saw [Alana] riding a bicycle along the side of the road.  We were still in [Abigail’s] strange land but were quickly making our escape.  Upon seeing [Alana], I thought, I knew she’d come to rescue me!  I told my mother to stop the car and invited [Alana] in.  Then I found myself in the front passenger seat and [Alana] in the back.  She was smiling and happy she had a ride – glad, also, that she had found me.  I asked her how she had found her way here and she told me she had crossed the river.  Upon hearing this, I became sad because I knew that crossing the river meant death.  But I didn’t tell [Alana].  I didn’t let her know that she was going to die – that in her attempt to rescue me, she had sacrificed her own life. […]

Then I remember [Alana] and I making our way across rocky, treacherous mountain paths covered with ice and snow.  We were climbing this mountain to reach a house at its very peak in an attempt to find [Abigail] there – that perhaps she could show us a way out of this strange, grey land of hers.  Funny, that the enemy should now become an ally.

We reached the house and, inside, I saw that it was an odd, convoluted thing made of wooden planks with many different floors and separate rooms.  This house was scattered with a great many Asian people of all ages – from tiny toddlers barely able to walk, to old men and women bent over sticks and canes.  [Alana] and I wandered through this house but we could not find [Abigail].

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The color was beautiful – bright and vivid.  Everything had a creamy feel to it – an almost pastel hue.  I remember standing at the head of a river or a stream.  This flowing body of water was surrounded, on either side, by fairly large, rolling hills that were mostly olive green in color but showed the occasional sign of a yellowish-tan.  I think I arrived at this point after making a long and arduous journey through tunnels in a wet and slimy cave.

I wasn’t alone where I stood, nor did I make the journey alone.  There were about a dozen other people with me and they were all swimming across the river – not horizontally, from shore to shore, as one would assume, but with the river’s flow, from head to tail.  It was a sort of baptism and we all wore the white robes.

It was my turn to swim across this river.  The river wasn’t very long, for I could see its end a ways in front of me.  It ended where the hills closed around it and a giant sewer pipe emerged from the land.  Next to me was my friend [Olivia], who was a very devoted Christian.  I haven’t seen, nor talked with her for years in reality.  But in my dream, we were to forge through this river together and she was scared.  “Don’t worry,” I said to her.  “I’ll go with you.”  Then I told her to hold my hand as I reached out and took hold of her.  There was something very important about our holding hands – that if we didn’t let go, we’d make it.  And so, holding each other’s hands, we dove into the river.  But I couldn’t hold on and I started to sink.  At some point, I decided that I couldn’t make it – I wasn’t strong enough nor determined enough.

The next thing I knew, I was looking down at the river from one of the surrounding hills, watching all the Christians swimming around below me.  One by one, with great, spirited effort, they labored through it and arrived on the other side […].  I thought as I watched, Boy, those Christians sure are crazy.  But I smiled at them and [was] fond of them.

Right before the end of their journey, they had to crawl through the sewage pipe filled with a rich, green slime.  At some point, it wasn’t [Olivia] but [Ana] who was putting herself through this baptismal.  [Ana] managed to make her way through all the slime and I greeted her at the end.  Her entire body, especially her head and face, was covered in a pale green, translucent slime.  But she was all smiles and jubilation as she touched the slime [on] her with both hands.  As she brought her hands away, the slime stuck to her fingers and stretched out in long, slimy streaks.  She was all exhausted, dirty, but happy and triumphant.

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