Dream Journal
November 7, 1994?
Context: Bethany and I had broken up for good a few months ago. I was now seeing Trish.
The night before last, I visited Bethany in this big cave of smooth grey stone, in a large mountain range of such stone. It was night and dark, and lit by torches. At first she walked away, then gave me a little attention. Then she talked with some droid while leaving me sitting in a sunken dais, ignored.
Last night I returned to the same exact place. I was back to visit her again. We actually conversed more this time and I got the impression that things were being sorted through, forgiven, and I vaguely recall a few moments of acceptance and love. At other times, she became Trish. This wasn’t even surprising. I went further into the caves this time and remember a big automated machinery complex.
Barely Imagined: This is an attempt at communication without bothering with all the scenery. These smooth cave systems seem to exist outside of any specific location, outside of context. It’s more of a formless place than I’m used to in dreams.
Further in the caves I wander into the astral.