Surreality in Dreams

Sometimes, when I am sick, really really sick, I have hallucinatory or surreal dreams. This one from the other night stands out. When I woke up I could not tell if it was real or not. Looking back now I laugh as this would never happen in this realm of reality, but the dream is still just as vivid in my mind as it was while I was having it. So, here it is. Words cannot describe the complete sense of the dream so try to imagine a bit more than usual.

As I open my eyes I see the flickering light of torches mounted to the wall. Sitting up, my vision begins to clear a bit more and I realize that there are many people around me. Everything is muted despite the number of people. I see a man approaching me. He is topless but wearing a ocher colored sarong. It is the Venetian. His hair is a bit longer and he is wearing a long dark beaded necklace. In a very soft, low and calm voice he approaches me with a greeting. Taking my hand he helps me up off of the raised slab of earth where I had been lying, presumably asleep.

At this moment I realize that I am in an underground system of catacombs. The walls are made of earth and everything is cool and comfortable. The Venetian guides me down a hallway. We pass many rooms along the way. In each room there is some unfamiliar ritual going on. Sensing my anxiety the Venetian looks me in the eyes and speaks to me calmly. I cannot tell if he is using his voice or his eyes. With his eye completely dilated I am entranced. He tells me that there is nothing to be afraid of and that I chose to be here. I chose to be his lover.

My mind is racing. I think about how this is in fact true, that I wanted to be his lover, but I was never informed that I would be taken away someplace unknown where I feared for my safety. His touch is calming however, and I come to realize that this is a place to visit and not a place to live.

Walking further we come to a room. I look down to notice that I am draped rich purple cloth. He is still holding my hand as he guides me to the center of a private room. My eyes are locked on his as he comes closer. His hands cup my long neck and the back of my head. Closer and closer, my eyes do not lose their focus. Our breath mingles creating an enveloping energy between us as if there is a chemical reaction between our bodies that bonds us. Warmth spreads from the center of my chest and radiates outwards as his hands gently move down my arms. His touch communicates more than just a sense of calming. There is a decided sense of strength and at this moment I realize that I am in fact becoming his lover.

Then I wake up. I wonder if the dream will continue...