Been a while since I did a dream post. But then, it’s been a while since I had any significant enough dreams to want to share. I guess whatever changes are going on in my life are on enough levels that they don’t have to come out exclusively in my dreams as much anymore.

Anyway, this morning I dreamt I was travelling with a group of people - a common theme in my dreams. In this dream though, our group was trekking across the ocean. But the ocean was very shallow and for the most part we were able to wade our way wherever we were going. At one point in the dream, we came upon a strange building out in the ocean. It was on a raised platform, with three or four stepped levels leading up to it. White broken columns jutted up here and there on the platform, but in the center was a small building. At times it seemed like a castle. At other times it seemed like an old house, or even a library. I remember thinking in my dream that it must have been from the 1920’s or 30’s as it had a very Art Nouveau sensibility about it.

The people I was with in my dream circled slowly around the old building, inspecting it. I was the only person who seemed really and truly awed by the thing. And I remember worrying and remarking about how there was something inside of this building. However, we could see inside through broken or empty window sockets and it was pretty much empty or ruined inside. Except for a dais, altar or maybe sarcophagus in the middle of it. In my inner vision, I was expecting a blackened corpse to awaken and sit up on top of this platform (which I now realize is a reference to a very significant dream I had three years ago). I was alternately fearful and compelled to enter the building. I remember pulling aside a white veil or curtain with my arm to inspect closer, but at the last minute didn’t go inside.