I dreamed that I was setting out on a perilous trek with the woman I loved.
The woman in question was undeniably Moriya, though she had as many traits in common with other women in my life as with her real-life counterpart. I'd come to the far-away land where she lived, seemingly to rescue her and bring her home with me. The means by which I was planning on doing so was a little foggy; we were at the mouth of a strange man-made tunnel which seemed to pass underground a great distance, and which seemed to be the only way to get from where she lived to where I did.
As the dream began, we were walking into this tunnel by means of a large, open garage door. Just inside, the place was cluttered in a way that a warehouse full of housefulls of furniture and personal belongings would be cluttered if everything were just thrown together, willy-nilly. There were stacks of old books, shelves, stairs leading to raised platforms, railings and banisters everywhere, lights sticking out of the walls and ceiling at odd angles and intervals, and a huge assortment of miscellanea. It all had a musty feel to it, as though it hadn't been tended-to for a great long while. We were poking around a bit in all this clutter, and I was picking out some books I thought I'd like to take along, explaining that we weren't going to be back here any time soon, and it seemed unlikely anyone would miss them, when some movement outside the tunnel caught my attention.
There was a man coming towards us who I took to be a vampire, for some reason, and overtly threatening. Through means not immediately obvious to me, I decided to drain all the blood out of him in order to neutralize him as a threat. Suddenly, as I willed for it to happen, he began to convulse as though electrocuted, and then collapsed to the ground, clearly incapacitated and bloodless. Taking pity on the poor bloke, I decided to give him enough blood to survive, if not to be a threat. I drew out a transparent straw from a pocket, and used a knife to slit the tip of one of my fingers. With much difficulty, I was able to force one end of the straw into the vampire's mouth while bleeding into the other one. A very short while later, I figured we should get moving, and that this guy had had enough. Just to be safe, we closed and locked the garage door behind us.
As we headed into the tunnel, it only became stranger. There were tables upon tables upon tables laid out with hundreds of old-looking clocks, all of them inoperaive. Many of them were built in strange styles. I remember one being made of a vivid blue seashell-type substance, laid out in a sort of compase-rose pattern. We continued on, and eventually came to an area where, for all that the place was as dusty and dingy as ever, there were tables laid out with many feast's worth of fresh food, and fridges were lined up against the left wall, which, upon inspection, were also filled with food. After a short discussion as to the oddity of this place, we began to eat bits of food, sampling from many tables and fridges a large variety of food. Suddely, I realized somehow that something was amiss. "The food is drugged", I shouted, spitting my current mouthfull out, and began to induce vomiting. Behind me, I could hear my lady-friend doing likewise.
After we'd cleared our systems out, we resolved to hurry on through this place before any other threats presented themselves. The tunnel soon widened out; the walls spread out further in both directions, the ceiling became taller, and the floor dropped down far, far below us, as we walked along a walkway in the dead centre of it. The lights which lit this place did little to illuminate all of this area's massive space; the floor below us was barely visible, except where it rose up in structures similar to skateboard ramps. Down below, we saw a pair of fairly monstrous humanoid creatures dressed in flowing black robes riding about on what looked like flying motorcycles or something. They looked very menacing, and we were afraid that they might direct some violence against us if they spotted us and could get their vehicles up to where we were. We ran.
We came upon a series of trains sitting astride train tracks which were suspended in the middle of the tunnel by a series of scaffolds. These were old coal-burning passenger trains, with engines with huge, smoke-belching smokestaks up front. We had no idea where any of them might take us, but they were all pointed in the right direction, so we chose one at random and climbed aboard, just wanting to get out of this place.
Straight away, the train began to move forwards, and as it did so, it seemed to be getting lighter all around us, outside the windows of the car we were in. We peered out, and I saw a sign by the track, illuminated by what looked like sunlight, saying "You made one right decision today". Or at least, that's what I told my lady-friend it said; I have no recollection, unsurprisingly, of actually reading the sign. Nevertheless, this sounded like exciting news. Soon, we saw where the sunlight was coming from; huge sections of the tunnel walls were missing, and beyond them was the daylight of a daytime city street scene, and as the train went on, more and more sections of wall were missing, until finally, there were almost none at all. The train began to decelerate, as though coming to a station. I was elated. "We made it!" I exclaimed.
Then I woke up.
