I had this dream some years ago and never have been able to arrive at a satisfactory conclusion on it. The dream was lucid and the environment of the dream felt like a very real place that might perhaps exist somewhere, somewhen, somehow. I am wondering if anyone has dreamt or experienced anything similiar and what might it refer to or symbolize? Here is the dream:
I'm walking down a path and it opens up into a canyon much like the grand canyon but wider and the cliff faces are not quite as high and there is no river running through it. This is an elevated dirt path that I'm on, about ten feet higher than the surrounding terrain. As I walk this path I pass by other pathways that branch off of the one I'm on and continue down to the canyon walls where I can see a cave-like entrance. In front of the cave mouth surrounding what looks like a cauldron are these foul humanoid creatures reminiscent of zombies from the movies. They are cooking this liquid substance in these cauldrons which to me smells like death, a terrible odor. The creatures continue to move around this cauldron, stirring its contents, and making these zombie-like noise communications to one another. At the base of the path as it branches off from the one I'm on is stationed what looks like a mummy or perhaps lizard faced creature dressed in shiny leather police uniforms, hat, badge and everything. The only part of their flesh exposed is their faces, which as I said appear to be mummy-like or perhaps reptilian, leathery skin, exposed teeth, and did I mention the green glowing eyes? I walk past them and they don't seem to acknowledge my presence. I continue walking down the main path and pass several more paths branching off of it that are just like the previous ones, zombie creatures around cauldrons, police creature seemingly guarding the path, terrible smell. I continue to walk until I arrive at an open area of desert and what appears to be an apartment complex, it seems to be deserted so I go into one of the apartments to check it out. At this point I am curious about the place and am trying to investigate, I know it is lucid at this point and am not frightened or nearly as concerned, but I'm not trying to take any chances either. When I get into the apartment there is a young woman with a small child. I try to communicate with her, Where are we? What is this place I ask? She seems to be mute and of low intelligence, she cannot talk. She seems like she wants to help, there is very little means for communication between us, but I can see growing levels of concern on her face. At this time I can hear something milling around outside making these grunting and hissing sounds and then gradually there are a few somethings outside and then the young women is appearing to get more and more frightened now and then I see one of the mummy cops pass by the window. They enter the front door, and she points towards the back door and I waste no time in getting out of there. I understand I am dreaming but I am not interested in tangling with the mummy cops. Thankfully the mummy cops were not fleet of foot nor were they too smart and were easy to evade and I made my way outside the apartment complex and stayed off the main path I came in on, trying to remain unseen and figure out a way to get out of this place. I notice a cave sort of covered by brush and out of the way and unguarded, maybe it will be a good place to hide, maybe I should check it out. I walk into the cave and discover a chest. What's in the box!? I open it of course and inside is a ceremonial robe folded neatly and still inside the robe is the skeleton of the one who owned it presumably. “Who would fold up a skeleton in their ceremonial robes and stuff them in a trunk?”, I wondered. At which point I was struck with a vision. A man with white or really blonde hair with a big enzyte style smile on his face and with him a beautiful blond haired woman dressed in similiar if not a skimpier style of ceremonial robe, more like a ceremonial smock. (The robes were red in color, with silver thread and an insignia on the chest which was a circle with a vertical line through it and the line crossed twice, this insignia or seal was of gold.) He had the aura about him of a guru and the woman an admiring devotee and the vision ended. I reached into the trunk and searched underneath the robe, maybe there were other items of interest. Underneath the robe I found what appeared to be some sort of gun, red and silver, made of some sort of metal, a newfangled device to say the least. Maybe the guru was a warrior monk. As soon as I picked up the gun to check it out things started to go bad. All the mummy cops and even the zombie cauldron keepers left their posts and started coming at me en masse. My only choice at this point was to use the gun. The dream devolved into a first person shooter at this point. The gun seemed to shoot razor blades, millions of them per second, so fast that you could barely perceive them as individual razor blades but one continuous line of them and anything the line of razor blades passed through would get cut. So I was quickly cutting the zombie attackers into pieces, but they just continued to come, wave after wave of them. I have to say, I was impressed with the weapon and marveled at it as I was using it, but I was also overwhelmed with a certain sense of doom and thought that perhaps it was this weapon that lead to the “guru in the box's” demise. At this point I was running amok, trying to escape the horde. But as this zombie army closed in on me I noticed that the gun had started to cut into the very fabric of the dream-space, it was cutting everything. The whole dream started to dissolve at which point I awoke.
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