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The photograph and the train
Dec. 8th, 2010 08:21 amIt's been a while, but I had another dream last night. This one's difficult to explain, in that it seemed to form a coherent story at the time even though the parts of it made very little sense together.
I was with a few people from my year at university, going around a campus that we had never seen before and visiting the buildings. We were going to go on to somewhere else, but when we reached the top of a wide set of steps going down to a paved square, my friends said that they had to leave because they were studying for an exam.
I offered to walk them there, and we headed to a large hall-like building across the square - we walked over a large blue mosaic, but I can't remember what it showed. Joining a large group of people outside, we were organized into rows to have a photograph taken of us just before we went in. After it was taken and the group dispersed, I went to the front to pick up one of the photographs - already printed and framed - and saw that it looked normal, but the date in the bottom right corner was prefixed by "DATE OF DEATH:". I don't remember anyone else getting one, and I still went inside to rejoin the group.
Inside was a room that looked like a church - the people formed a large ring around the room and raised their joined hands. I was reassured at this point that it wasn't any kind of cult, which it obviously was - somehow we were shown some sort of projection of a train full of passengers, and I knew that we were supposed to assassinate certain people on it somehow.
Feeling uncomfortable, I made to leave, but I found myself in a long corridor-like room split in the middle by a long sheet of glass - a room that has featured before in my dreams. There was a long bench against the wall on my side, and rows of seats arranged back to back on the other. I saw the train again, slowly filling with light, which then vanished, not a trace of anyone who was in it left behind.
People started coming into the room - the ones that I had been with on the same side I was on, and the passengers of the train appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the other side, talking enthusiastically among themselves. As the people from the church recognized faces in the crowd, there was a rush for the glass, banging on it to get the passengers' attention - the mood wasn't of desperation but of joy at seeing them again. I realized that the room on the other side of the glass showed a limbo between life and death, and slowly, the passengers faded away.
I pushed my way out of the room, still holding the "Date of death" photograph and looking at it again, thinking that it showed the wrong people. I wrapped it in paper and left without anyone seeing me.
I was with a few people from my year at university, going around a campus that we had never seen before and visiting the buildings. We were going to go on to somewhere else, but when we reached the top of a wide set of steps going down to a paved square, my friends said that they had to leave because they were studying for an exam.
I offered to walk them there, and we headed to a large hall-like building across the square - we walked over a large blue mosaic, but I can't remember what it showed. Joining a large group of people outside, we were organized into rows to have a photograph taken of us just before we went in. After it was taken and the group dispersed, I went to the front to pick up one of the photographs - already printed and framed - and saw that it looked normal, but the date in the bottom right corner was prefixed by "DATE OF DEATH:". I don't remember anyone else getting one, and I still went inside to rejoin the group.
Inside was a room that looked like a church - the people formed a large ring around the room and raised their joined hands. I was reassured at this point that it wasn't any kind of cult, which it obviously was - somehow we were shown some sort of projection of a train full of passengers, and I knew that we were supposed to assassinate certain people on it somehow.
Feeling uncomfortable, I made to leave, but I found myself in a long corridor-like room split in the middle by a long sheet of glass - a room that has featured before in my dreams. There was a long bench against the wall on my side, and rows of seats arranged back to back on the other. I saw the train again, slowly filling with light, which then vanished, not a trace of anyone who was in it left behind.
People started coming into the room - the ones that I had been with on the same side I was on, and the passengers of the train appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the other side, talking enthusiastically among themselves. As the people from the church recognized faces in the crowd, there was a rush for the glass, banging on it to get the passengers' attention - the mood wasn't of desperation but of joy at seeing them again. I realized that the room on the other side of the glass showed a limbo between life and death, and slowly, the passengers faded away.
I pushed my way out of the room, still holding the "Date of death" photograph and looking at it again, thinking that it showed the wrong people. I wrapped it in paper and left without anyone seeing me.
