Dream Journal

Kris and I are in scuba gear, walking on the ocean floor. We’re near this large, engraved rock. We recall stories that a person from Atlantis lives there. This rock had never been found, and the story was considered only a legend. This wasn’t our original reason to be there (or so we told the ones in the boat high above). Kris and I grabbed the huge rock and lifted, and incredibly, it slowly rose! We slid it aside. This revealed an entranceway cut out of the stone below (see map). We swam down. A woman in some kind of gear quickly poked her head and arm out of the door. I was filled with awe at the sight of her. I walked toward her and held out my hand. She took it and smiled. We followed her through a door into this room that looked like a lived-in bedroom. There was a much less watery feel in here. It was filled with a strange, slightly sparkly substance, which allowed us to walk as if on the surface. Without thinking, I took off my gear, took a deep breath, and found I could breathe. Turning back to the woman, I found her without her gear on. She looked just like Kris, except with a different quality about her. Her hair seemed lighter, as if she herself shone a bit. I was kinda attracted to her. She wore these bright and colorful fish-laden designs. I asked her many questions and she answered them all. She was an Atlantean, but was locked up in this prison by Atlas, a computer law-keeping machine. However, she wasn’t all that lonely. We were down there a long time, then took her up to the surface to show her surface life.