Two nights ago I had the most disturbing dream I can remember ever having. Unfortunately some of the specifics faded very quickly but here is what I remember.
I was driving a dirt bike through a long underground tunnel amid moderate traffic. This tunnel ended in a T intersection with another tunnel where there was a stoplight. It was immediately suspicious because while I was approaching the stoplight amidst moderate traffic, I didn't see a single car go by in the tunnel ahead. I knew I had to go right but was nervous about turning the corner to find why there was no traffic in this tunnel. I wasn't the first to turn but as soon as I did turn I saw the cars ahead of me quickly turning around and flying in the opposite direction. I followed suit, not wanting to know what the reason was.
After a while of travelling along the tunnel we came to another T intersection. This wasn't right. There was only one T intersection in these tunnels, I knew. Hesitantly, I lined up to take a right again. Perhaps I had just been day dreaming, too many fumes down in these tunnels or something. I make it slightly further than I had the last time but this time a crowd of people came running, shouting to turn around because its coming. No need to tell me twice. I turned around and sped back down the opposite way. Wouldn't you know it, I came upon a T intersection.
At this point, wondering if I was the only one noticing this, I looked at the expressions of the other drivers who seemed as confused and worried as I. While stopped at the intersection, I get off my bike and others get out of their cars and we talk about what we are going to do. We decide to try again and see what happens and regroup at the next intersection if it happens again. Sure enough, another attempt, another blockage keeping us from turning right.
We try this a few more times to be sure of the result but it is always the same. We turn right, make it 100-200 meters, find ourselves driving in the opposite direction no matter what. I begin to notice that there are variations in who is present at each intersection. People who were there before weren't there now and new people had taken their place. The amount of traffic had never changed. Everyone else seems oblivious to this. I decide that I will make it as far down the right tunnel as humanly possible. The distraction is there but I speed past it. Nothing will stop me this time. I'm excited when I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Its so bright, I can't make any details out. Even as I am barreling closer as fast as my little dirt bike will take me, it still just appears to be a white light. I refuse to be deterred, I will make it out of this trap if it kills me. Finally I am nearly there and I can definitively see that at the end of the tunnel there is no road and no sky. Only whiteness with something large and dark just beyond.
As I pass through the precipice I am greeted by the most curious sensation. I am entirely weightless in a void of pure white. I am hurtling towards the dark object I saw before and it is coming more and more into focus. It is a man. No, it is too big and featureless to be a man. Its not featureless, its wearing something that's nearly featureless. Where the face should be is something reflective. Its a space suit! As I get closer I slow down and I can see the man behind the space suit's mask. Its fucking Dave from 2001: A Space Odyssey in looking exactly like this. Beyond confused I ask what is going on and he informs me of the answer I already knew. I am in a psychosis and will not wake up until I figure out something about myself.
When I blink, I find myself back on my bike riding down the tunnel coming to a T intersection. I am frustrated but resolute to figure out how to get out. I proceed to confront a number of personal flaws I know I have but nothing I do seems to affect the outcome of me riding a dirt bike and coming to a T intersection in this tunnel and needing but dreading to turn right. After a while of this I wake up unceremoniously with no new insights into myself or anything, only a new appreciation for my dreams.
I had much more pleasant, though comparatively boring, dreams last night.
did i mention dave was a good 100 meters tall?