Lost in a Subterrenean Labyrinth Dream

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I had this dream the other night and it's stayed with me, bothering

me, so I thought I'd give you a go at it here. Hope it's OK.

 

The dream: We are in England, in a coastal town for a big fair or

festival. My husband and I go with 2 other friends, we've gone on

trips together before. There is a main building in the center of

this event, an estate home, very old, and all around it are tents of

vendors and outside that parking areas in the grass. I go wandering

around, lose my husband but figure I'll catch up to him at the

entrance when it's almost time to go. I enjoy looking at all the

goods for sale and the lively music that's playing. I go into the

house/building part as they are the permanent shops. Some antiques,

some clothing, very nice, interesting. I go down a hall, more shops

but a ramp goes down so I follow it. Soon I'm wandering halls that

are like a maze and now I can't tell which way I even came from. I

look from room to room, some empty and in disrepair, some for

storage. There is an apartment, furnished with hodge-podge hand-me-

down stuff, green walls, icky green tweed sofa, a radio is playing

but the tenant is out. I assume it's a college student. Then I find

a hallway that is connected to a school, seems to be a girls'

school. I'm hopelessly lost at this point. I stop a group of girls

and say I need help getting back up to the fair. They look at me

puzzled like they haven't a clue what I'm talking about. I plead

with them, I notice my accent changing to an English one so maybe

they'll understand me better but they only giggle and mock me. I'm

in tears now. I cover my face and run away from them, hearing them

giggling at " the silly American woman " . More dark rooms, I find ways

to clamber from one level up to a higher one. I see a restaurant

that is on a balcony looking out at a stunning view of the cliff's-

edge and out to sea. Some ladies are sitting there having tea. There

is a thick glass wall seperating me from them. No one sees me there

and I can't communicate with them as they don't see me. I find some

crates by a brick wall and a trapdoor in the ceiling so I get to the

roof and I'm out but I'm several stories up from the fair which I

can see below me, far below me. I'm lifting up in the air,

levitating straight up. There are the tiny tents, ant-like people

walking around, the parking lot all around that(and full of cars),

the woods beyond and down one side, very near, a cliff then the sea.

I've levitated up to about the height a small plane might fly but I

can't go outward from my position, only up and down which means back

to the roof of the building I so want to escape from. So I float

down and make my way back into the building but with some view to

where I need to go. I have my orientation now and know which way I

need to move in the labyrinth to get out, I think. So back down and

in, through some more dark rooms with wood coming off the walls. In

a red room, in disrepair, I see a ladder. I climb up and see a hole

in the ceiling and hear voices talking. I can climb the ladder but

as I do, it moves down a few rungs like it's sinking in soft mud,

two steps up, ladder lowers one, so it's like walking the wrong way

on a moving walkway or escalator. The faster I go, the faster down

it sinks. But I manage to make it through the hole in the ceiling

and I'm in one of the shops in the old building's ground floor and I

can see outside!!! Relief, joy! I've lost my sandals somewhere in

the labyrinth but I don't care. I run, getting outside, barefoot in

the mud, toward the entrance gate to the fair. I see in the distance

my husband looking mad, talking to our friend who we came to this

fair with. They are shaking their heads and my husband says, " Come

on, I don't know where she is. Let's just go! " and they turn to

leave. I shout, " Wait! John, wait! " They turn around and look at me.

I run to my husband who is glaring at me angrily and fling myself at

him, sobbing my heart out! He softens and asks " Where were you all

this time? What HAPPENED to you!?! " I don't know how I'm going to be

able to tell him ALL that happened to me but I will try. (I wake up)

 

So what the heck was that!?! I woke up so upset and shaken by this I

had to wait a bit to write it in my journal. It was very detailed

and vivid, the emotion so real, immediate and intense. Those

meandering dark hallways and falling-in, run-down rooms were as

disorienting and scary as a hall of mirrors.

 

Any insights would be gratefully appreciated.

 

Valarie