Sunday, July 28, 2013

Recurring "Temple" Dream

I know I've dreamed this before (the big parts, anyway), though I can't say how often. Four or five times? Spread out over several years. Since I just woke up thanks to my throbbing chest and dry mouth after three hours, why don't I go ahead and share?



I don't know where I am, just that I am near a huge, ancient, unearthed temple in the middle of some desert. Trouble brews, but I don't feel it yet. I'm nobody special. I'm just a girl. A tourist or student. A small group of us is scattered within a football field sized building of some sort. It's monstrous from our perspective, but there are only four pillars (one at each corner) holding up the massive (rectangle-dome shaped) roof. There are stairs fully down each side leading towards something in the center. The actual temple is to my right (a building bigger than anything I had seen, towering at least 30-stories, the base a square of about four football fields), so this smaller building looks tiny compared to everything around it. It feels like an entrance to the larger temple; it isn't. Where we stand (at the top of the stairs) there are stone tables at each corner. Each one is different, but they are not important yet.

Suddenly a panicky undercurrent blows through the structure. Something is about to happen. Stone walls raise around us leaving only openings at the corners. There is a low hum/buzz outside and I think I hear screams. My heart beats faster. Through the openings I can see the sand being whipped into a frenzy all around us. A group of people, of survivors, rush into the opening closest to us. It's the bottom right from my perspective. We try to gather them in close as another group rushes in from the opening to my left, than another group from the one next to that. We wait for the final group to rush in through the last opening, but there is a problem. The sand rages so fiercely that you know it could easily rip the skin and muscle clean off your bones. There's something else. The structure is packed full (rather, the top ledge and first few rows of stairs, no one dares venture lower because the smaller structure at the bottom has started moving and changing), but I can easily see through the opening directly across from me. There are dark shapes of survivors trying to push their way through the sand, but there is something else. A larger, far darker figure floating menacingly above them. It's arms raised, a staff of some kind in it's left hand. Suddenly the people around me all but disappear into each other and I know there are other (similar yet wildly different) figures floating at the other entrances as well. I hold my breath and watch as more people finally manage to make their way in.

Then it gets really intense. There are four of us working purposefully through the crowd. Even though the place is packed full we are easily able to run to our respective stations. There is an instinct. I don't know if someone instructs us, it feels like they do. Only where to go, though, not what to do. The structure in the center has fully opened and it is now obviously some sort of contraption. Or signal. The stone tables are puzzles to close the contraption and end whatever is happening. We, the four of us, need to solve the puzzles; but we don't know how! Except that we do. I don't know what the other puzzles are, I have only ever really seen mine. The one at the bottom-right corner.... Actually, to say I've seen it isn't entirely accurate. My table has a cylinder about the size of a coffee can with a hole in the bottom, the actual puzzle hidden within. I can sort of see it in my mind, but it's mostly touch. Without thinking I reach my hand in and before I realize that much my puzzle is solved. So is the one to my left, and very nearly the one next to him. He (the one to my left) rushes to the girl next to him and I look ahead and see the guy struggle. Not as much with the puzzle, but with the sandstorm. I run over and help tether him to the table so he can complete his puzzle.

All at once the storm stops, the figures disappear and the inner contraption is closing back up. Quickly and smoothly. There is much relief, but no one pays us any heed (nor even says "thank you") as they search for their loved ones and head back to wherever they came from. I feel like days pass without incident until I am approached by a guy. The first one to acknowledge me since the incident. He wants to have dinner and I get a little happy thinking it's a date. It is not. The other three are there as well and he begins walking towards the structure. We follow. Then, inexplicably, he breaks into a run. Though we were all "star-athletes" before, we struggle to keep up. This time when we reach the structure there are small banquet tables lining the 'top' ledge. This mystery guy is sitting at one of the tables and... I see nothing in his face to indicate what is about to happen, even the fact that he kind of knew.

I think he has something to do with the feeling that someone is telling us where to go. As soon as the four of us are back under the dome-roof the sand starts to stir and the contraption begins rumbling. This time the stone walls don't raise to protect us. This time I clearly remember him pulling out a bag with our pieces of the puzzles. There is no immediate danger... except that there is. Not because the outside situation is dire, but because this time we can't fix it. We recognize this almost instantly. My attention is immediately drawn to the other girl. There's something wrong with her. Her missing piece is some kind of gem. I hear/see a word ring in my head: "Steel Diamond". What she is holding looks like nothing more than plastic and she has an emptiness looking at it. Our pieces have a barely perceptible glow, hers does not. Even though we can all feel that this isn't going to work now, we have to try. The situation outside is escalating and we want to deal with it before it gets worse. The walls still have not risen so the structure would offer no protection if survivors come. We jog to our corners, knowing the whole way the effort is wasted. Because something happened to that other girl, something I don't know, and something important is now missing from the bigger puzzle. When I reach my table, my puzzle immediately feels wrong. Fake. Like that girls Steel Diamond turned plastic. Still the storm begins raging so I reach my hand in and my heart sinks. The puzzle is not the puzzle. It's different and... wrong. Fake. I look up and the other corners, the guys, have run into the same problem. The girl is just staring at her puzzle with the gem shaped plastic hunk in her hand crying. I look down and notice the contraption is nearly fully opened. I look up to embrace whatever is going to demolish us with as much dignity as I can muster (though my heart is very heavy, sad) and
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I wake up. I don't think I always wake up at this point. I don't know that I always go back to the structure. Sometimes I know some of the people who seek shelter, sometimes I interact with strangers and help to organize the mob. The temple, structure, storm, floating figures and puzzles are always the same. I have no idea if the corners are globally directionally appropriate, or just appropriate in relation to me. The other three people are always the same (or very very similar) and we always go to the same puzzle. The puzzle itself is the same. The puzzles, all four of them, are the same. And I always wake up with my heart trying to massively thud it's way out of my chest, feeling dehydrated and on the verge that something really bad is happening, or going to happen. It's easy enough to lay there, calm down and shake it off; I've worked hard for that. The images and familiarity linger a bit longer. Now I'm going to try to lay back down and sleep another few hours. Just felt the need to share.

6 comments:

  1. The first thing that came to me was Karma and fear of the unknown. The temple is you I think and you are exploring new and increasingly stronger depths with in yourself. Let me linger on it a bit longer.

    Lisa x

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    1. That is a very interesting perspective. I assumed it had something to do with overbearing responsibility and a fear of failure, but then I don't often analyze my own dreams because I'm biased. lol Let me know if anything else comes to you. :)

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  2. Wow!!! That is intense. You write about it to where I can actually see, in my own perspective, your dream. I can feel the despair of the girl that has the plastic steel diamond. I'm glad you wrote it down.

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it, for what it is. lol I used to record all of my dreams, but I go through phases where I just don't... *shrugs*

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  3. As you know, I am no dream interpreter but man that was intense, I felt like I was watching an action/thriller movie. I have never had a dream so detailed and so memorable and so recurrent! Yours is sooo strange!

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    1. lol Thanks. It was definitely an experience.

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