An Adventure in the Mountain Caves

1. A Door in the Mountain

(LUCID DREAM)

We are group of people and are heading somewhere specific. The road is slightly upward, but very straight. So, we constantly climb. It is day, and bright. On our left is a canal with fresh water, clear. There is a low stone wall between the road and the canal.

At the end of the road is a mountain, on the right, and a door or other kind of entrance, which leads immediately down. The road stops, so you can't go straight through. It leads to this door. Some of us are here earlier, some of us lag behind. My father and I are here first. The rest is behind, N, D, and my mother. Possibly other people than my family are here too.

We want to explore, and we don't wait for the others to arrive. Possibly, the others don't want to enter anyway, because you never know what is down there. My father and I take the stone steps down and come into the first hall, which is small and simple. Like an antechamber. Candles are there. We are expected to light a candle and take it with us when we go through the caves. This is clearly a ritual place. The candles are from beeswax and most of them are used already, they are just the ends, stumps. They all lie together in a recipient in this welcome hall. I just take one of those ends, which looks rather thick, I know it will still burn a long time. Maybe my father is a little more suspicious of the lack of unused candles, but he takes one anyway. We try to light our candles. Two at the same time. This proves to be difficult, but maybe that is because we are impatient. We use long matches. After a while it works.

Then the rest catches up. I suppose most of them come down as well.

Once we go in the caves, we all split up and go into different rooms. This is where the dream becomes a little complicated.

At some point I enter a room, either alone or with one of my brothers. It is medium large, square, rectangular, off the main paths, more on the left. A woman is there, actually a young girl. I can see her very clearly. I identify her with Sovb or her sister, although she looks different. She is completely dressed in red. Red trousers. Red on top. Arms naked. She looks very pale, almost translucent and has long blond hair. Her facial features attract me, but she is not exceedingly beautiful. That combined with her paleness make me keep a distance. She comes for me though and obviously wants contact. I don't really know what to decide. Just her presence excites me sexually, and at some point when she is close enough, even when I don't commit, I feel myself on the brink of ejaculating, so I disconnect and try to keep it in me, which only works a little bit. I don't spill all, but my underpants are wet afterward (WET DREAM).

2. Confronting the Evil Boss

The same dream continues under the mountain.

We have all managed to get to the core of the system of pathways. But again, only two of us are ahead. And we are in the main chambers, the place where things are happening or must be done. These are large halls. One very big and the other behind it still big. The second hall is more hidden. The first hall has its own antechamber. In this place, we find the boss we have to fight. Stuff happens here that I can't remember well. But we have to confront the being that dwells here and guards the place.

The dream is a little fuzzy at this moment.

I remember later, when the others arrive too, that you can choose magical items and weapons. They are listed on a paper and stacked in the first part of the hall, behind a wall, and curtains. But you can't just get anywhere like that, there are rules.

The paper lists the items in a specific order, and this is the order of how these things are arranged on the side of the main hall. I only notice all this, because my brother D, I think, has a double axe. Maybe his character is a dwarf. This he got this special way. There's all kinds of treasure, so I try to estimate if there is still time for me to choose something nice as well. Whatever you grab here, you can take with you when you leave the place.

In the meantime we have to confront the boss. For a long time he hides in the back room, but we feel its presence. I don't recall any real fighting, but the sense of fighting was really there.

I don't remember what happens next.

+ at some point in one of the dreams I am in a small group, circle, at home, cosy, sofa. It is dark, blues and reds. We talk, have a discussion, surely on spiritual matters. At some point, I have to call out two names, of people sitting there. I have to name them, or get their attention, can't remember precisely. The interesting thing was that my father was among the two. He was there. So I had to call him by his first name, which I did after a slight moment's hesitation. It was really weird for me, because I don't think I've ever called him by his first name. You just say 'dad' or something, normally. 

3. Bottled Money

This dream is related to the former ones. It is supposed to be the day after. There is a lot of commotion. Many people are about, preparing for something, I assume. I am on a bench like in a sports stadium, high up on the side of the main field where people run about. Behind me is a wall, so I am at the very top. My parents are here too, they are awake. I still lie down, and am asleep or just waking. My mother wants me to wake. According to her it is time for me to get up. I take my time.

When I am waking I have a little trouble, because now I have to remember the dream I am in as well as yesterday's dream, which is really a dream I had the same night. So I struggle with that.

At the same time, the area looks like a college green, enclosed. Again, my brothers are also about, they are already awake for some time.

When I come down, it is already late. I get to the green. There are still festivities and such. People organizing things, I am sure I am part of some of these things. It is darker down there, but it is also roofed, this place, while I mainly remain outside on the green.

Stuff happens that I can't remember. The field also slants a bit, the end where I am standing slants up a bit. I go there later to seclude myself from the rest, I need the space. I can't work out what people are about. Maybe that is why I keep to myself. But I recognize my brother N and Stco, who is also there. Maybe D too. So, one of them starts telling his dream of last night, and I think, right, why he first, I should have told mine first, then all the good ideas would have been coming from me, because I knew it already, it was about the same place with the caves under the mountain. He adds some details, like a pair of guardians or a pair of other things, but it fits neatly with what I experienced myself. So I call out when he starts describing what he experienced: that is just like in my dream. Exactly the same. And it really was the same. 

I was still a bit drowsy from sleep, so I paid little attention and could not really focus. People started to help me. After the dream telling, I start to collect coins. There was a reason, but I forgot. Apparently, this is the one thing I am still capable of in my current condition. There seems to be a compulsory need for me to do something constructive. Mind you, I am sure I had prepared something real, too, I just couldn't get around to it. Possibly poetry. So I start to collect money. These are the coins that were used in the other dreams, about the caves, they were really a fantasy role playing game, possibly. N has gold coins, they are the smallest.

No, it starts like this. N gives me a 100 euro note, while I am down on the field, but still groggy. Maybe I have a drink too. I accept it, it is what he owns me. He is surprised that I take it without giving him change. But then he keeps cool and leaves it. The note is green as it really is. That's a lot of money I think. Other people have to pay me to, for services I can't remember. Maybe from when I was asleep. But the next one has only coins, but the amount of money he wants to give is so high, that it really is a heap of coins. I can't carry it in both my hands.

When I look at my hands, I see my fingers are small. I am slightly concerned about this. I look better. The fingers of one hand, the right I think, are smaller than the other one. I take a closer look. Has this always been so? I bring my hands together, the fingertips touchings so I can be sure. This is really odd. 

While my hands are too short to keep the money, because I suppose more people will be dealing me money, I look for a solution. And this is where I exhibit my usual wit, that is, there is a bottle or small tank in the neighbourhood, either one I drank from myself, or one that contained drink, and I think I could use that one to put the money in. That will fit nicely. It has to be rinsed first. Somehow, other people start doing this for me, so that I can sit where I am. I don't have to exhaust myself any further.

Then they come back, especially N and Stco. They carry a glass container which is rather big. Bigger than the bottles I saw before together. It is a span's width and almost half a man's size in length. Really big. Don't know where they got it from, but it will work. A cylinder of glass.

N starts to count his money. Stco guides him, supervises. N has only gold. Different currencies too, smaller ones and larger ones, but they still look like normal coins, although the small coins are really small. Twenty, thirty, forty. That is a lot of gold. This is already a substantial sum, even without all the rest that needs to be counted. We put it in the cylinder. The more money, the better, we will surely be able to use it. Then Stco adds the other money that comes from other people and which he gathered. These are plastic discs, rather big, almost a span wide. Some are green, others blue, still others white. Different sizes again. This is very clumsy money. We put it in anyway. It takes a lot of space for what it is worth. And at first I thought it would be a good idea to have the gold beneath, so that it will be safe, but Stco is aggravated, because he will not be able to reach the gold when he needs it. So he puts his arm in the long cylinder and fiddles with these plastic coins of almost no worth, and tries to shift them so that he would be able to reach the gold. No easy task, but he manages in the end. N backs him up. I let them do. More has to be put in.

That is about where the dream ends.