Dream 20030622, 3:00 AM:
This dream happens in and around an old house on a beach. At one point, I have an image of the front of it; it could be from looking at a picture. Apparently it used to be a power plant. It has a big name sign, something with a B.
Dad and I go out through a basement wall that opens into the sea; we’re in some kind of little submarine, I think. It’s like a coral reef out here, and we travel around looking at all the marine life. It’s very beautiful. We go back inside, and I notice that the other side of the basement appears to have something in it, but it’s cemented over. I ask what’s over there, but he says we can’t get in there.
Later, in the library, which seems like an odd cross between a public library and a grand-old-house library, there are two beautiful young women with really white skin; I remark on it, because they are very pretty, but the color is very odd. One has a book that has their names on it; something like Janet and Jenneane Wither. After they have walked away, I turn to a little computer screen and type in “WITHER” to see if I can find any stories about them.
When I type that in, though, a chaise longue next to where I’m standing slides sideways and a part of the floor opens downward, leading into the secret section of the basement. I am looking around; it is sort of a control room, with panels of instruments and screens. A handsome tall man walks through, and I recognize him as a member of the family that owns the house; he doesn’t seem to notice that I’m out of place here.
I go back upstairs into the main room, and realize that I need to get the doorway closed back up so that I don’t get in trouble. Now, the little computer terminal where I entered the name is more like a tiny calculator, and I have to use the tip of a ballpoint pen cap to poke the little digits. It’s tough to get them punched. Somehow I eventually get it sorted out, though.
Then, I’m floating through the water outside of the house, I think in the little submarine again, although I don’t remember any details of it. I’m looking for some sort of evil creature hiding in the scrubby stuff on the ocean floor; it seems sometimes like being outside in a forest instead of in water. Something jumps up, but it disappears before I can see it clearly. Then, back at the house, I reach out the window and stab a long steel skewer through this little alien frog-like creature. I pick it up, and keep stabbing it with the skewer, opening up its guts, pulling them out. I feel like if I don’t kill it very thoroughly, it won’t die. It looks kind of like a real frog, but also kind of translucent and like something out of a Giger picture. As I’m poking it, I’m talking to someone here in the room with me, explaining why I have to dismember it so thoroughly.