Female,
artist/writer, born 1969
This
dream is in bright sepia shades – it has a warmly lit
old-fashioned quality. I am walking down a narrow street,
the kind of street you would expect to be cobbled. I pass a
bookshop with floor to ceiling plate glass windows giving a
view of the whole shop. Inside the rows of bookcases are
arranged close together, reach the ceiling, and stretch
right to the back of the deep shop. There are lots of
browsers and it has the atmosphere of a Private View. I
notice that to the side of the widow is a very narrow glass
door, which at first glance appears to be part of the
window. I open the door and squeeze through it sideways. I
don’t join the other browsers because immediately to my
left is a low doorway. When I stoop through the doorway I
enter into a vault-like room hewn into rock – it has the
feel of an empty wine-cellar. I pass through this room and
through another low doorway into a larger chamber. I walk
through maybe two or three of these, each time slightly
larger and deeper underground, until I reach a cavern with
shallow steps leading down into water, like in a
traditional bath-house. I walk into the water and float
down though this cavern into another. As I float the water
develops a strong current, which pulls me through. Suddenly
I have a duvet and use it to surf on the water through this
never-ending chain of caverns, which is great fun.
Occasionally I pass shadowy browsers wading through the
water in the opposite direction to get back to the shop. I
just keep on going.