Dream Journal

I dreamed what might have been a great Sci-Fi movie. We’re in the ocean. At certain times when we were motionless, the waves would ripple up and throw us to the shore and these strange unseen creatures would bellow.

I was part of a scientific group. We all tried our own experiments. I thought it would be cool if at certain points you could drop down a level into hell where the creatures were and see them. Then the next scientist would look for you and start sinking, so you’d grab his foot from below, and, scared, he’d pull you out. And we’d discover how to go to upwards, too.