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OP here. This is a dream I had near the middle of this year, but I have never stopped thinking about it.
I have already reflected on this deeply, and received other interpretations as well. I am still open to different perspectives, and if nothing else, believe many of you will be enthralled by my account of this experience.
I remember it began with me as a child, around 12. There were other boys with me, and at least one girl. We were on the side of a great causeway, congested to standstill by traffic, on a gray and foggy morning.
One of us found a small glass window off the side of the road, built into the ground. We could not see through it, but we broke it and fell down to the massive and ancient-looking marble hall below. At this point, we all became men and women, tall and strong, but retained out childlike temperament.
From here I remember bits and pieces. It felt like a long adventure, in a very mystical and labyrinthine ruin. Two scenes stand out to me, as clear and vivid as waking life.
First: at one point, I had become separated from the group. I was in a narrow corridor, greeted by a tall, thin, middle-aged man who I can best describe as The Joker without makeup. He gave me the creeps, especially since there had been no other humans inside the place we were exploring until now.
Next, we were locked in a vicious knife fight. I remember the strength of resolve I had to summon, realizing how fatal the stakes of this fight were. I knew I could not run, and I knew that he would not hesitate to kill me. The fight felt real. It was ugly and intense. I received deep lacerations, and gave him a few to keep as well.
After a certain point, we became tired, but he told me he respected my resolve as a warrior, my tenacity. We sat down to watch some videos in a small theater, then parted ways.
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Now, near the end of the dream, our little group had been reunited. In the largest and most central hall of the ruins we were all working together to fight a massive black wolf, the size of 2 or 3 lions rolled together. He was wicked, and he hated us. That’s all I know of these circumstances.
He wounded one of us, and our line broke as many began to falter for fear. Again, I remember feeling the reality of facing an enemy who meant to kill me, and I hardened myself. I struck the wolf with my hand on his right eye, and it fell out. After this, he whimpered and scurried away with his tail between his legs.
I do not know what happened next, but I believe if there was more violence, I would remember. Our adventure likely saw its end there.