I am walking in the dark, but I am not afraid, I seem to know where I'm going. Suddenly there is a luminescent door that opens in front of me, and I can feel some warmth on my skin. I walk through it and somehow I black out. When I get back to my senses I'm flying over a post-apocalypse vision. All the buildings are in ruins, and there is a deafening silence as I fly over them. Everything under me is ocre in colours, with shades of burgandy and black that highlight the curves and the angles of the buildings. It all seems very fragile, and everytime I fly by one of the constructions they just vanish, like dust in the air or sandcastles dried in the sun that the wind would blow away. It seems like matter has lost its substance and I can destroy skyscrapers by just brushing their walls.
As I enter a huge church, flying through the open gates, it disappears into dust as well, and the cloud of cinnamon-coloured powder blinds me for a while. When I can see again, the whole dream has changed. I am now swimming in the ocean, it is a full moon night and the moon is gigantic, but its reflection cannot be seen at the surface of the dark waters. The reason for this is that the ocean floor is covered with hugh pillow lavas, and these have just been formed from a mid-ocean ridge: they are still warm to the touch and softly glowing at the core, while their outter crust has already blackened. The waves I am caught in are tremendously high, but move very slowly. And so I can move with the tide together with the warm, luminescent pillow lavas, and this is like a slow and beautiful pendulum of shining, enormous pebbles where I can swim freely, enjoying its beauty from all the angles I want.
This was the most beautiful (two-parts) dream of my life.
