Another episode in my weird dreams
Sep. 17th, 2013 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gemfyreSo, I'd dug a hole. Beside my bed. I don't know why. I don't know HOW I managed to dig a hole using only my hands when the house is on a concrete slab and that is on top of freaking hard clay.
But anyway, I'd dug a hole, a really deep hole. Like, way deeper than my arm could actually reach but the hole was hardly more than the width of my arm. I mean seriously deep, like 100 metres or more.
So, I must have dug this hole for a reason because I had 3 blokes with me preparing to jump down said hole. I have no idea why. One was my brother, one reminded me a bit of Tom Hiddleston. The other may have been Matt, I can't recall.
All three of them jumped down the hole with no gear whatsoever. Somehow they were able to just jump in and fall to the bottom and not get hurt, not to mention the fact that this hole was just a bit wider than my arm.
As the last one was falling, I thought to myself, I hope they don't get hurt when one lands on top of the other and then, How are they meant to get OUT of there again!!??
So I got a bit worried. Worried about my 3 friends down the hole and worried I'd get in trouble for it. So then the thought came, Well, they're grown men and they were fine with just jumping in!
I put my ear to the hole (because remember - diameter of my arm) and could hear faint yelling from far, far away. I couldn't make out what was being yelled but I assumed it was my name. I wished they'd gone down with a 2-way radio so we could communicate. I figured we could just put a rope down there and pull them back up, but another weird thought crossed my mind that a rope strong enough to haul them up would fill most of the hole because - narrow hole!
It was freaking weird, and worrying and kinda sad. I can still hear that faint voice yelling from far, far away.
But anyway, I'd dug a hole, a really deep hole. Like, way deeper than my arm could actually reach but the hole was hardly more than the width of my arm. I mean seriously deep, like 100 metres or more.
So, I must have dug this hole for a reason because I had 3 blokes with me preparing to jump down said hole. I have no idea why. One was my brother, one reminded me a bit of Tom Hiddleston. The other may have been Matt, I can't recall.
All three of them jumped down the hole with no gear whatsoever. Somehow they were able to just jump in and fall to the bottom and not get hurt, not to mention the fact that this hole was just a bit wider than my arm.
As the last one was falling, I thought to myself, I hope they don't get hurt when one lands on top of the other and then, How are they meant to get OUT of there again!!??
So I got a bit worried. Worried about my 3 friends down the hole and worried I'd get in trouble for it. So then the thought came, Well, they're grown men and they were fine with just jumping in!
I put my ear to the hole (because remember - diameter of my arm) and could hear faint yelling from far, far away. I couldn't make out what was being yelled but I assumed it was my name. I wished they'd gone down with a 2-way radio so we could communicate. I figured we could just put a rope down there and pull them back up, but another weird thought crossed my mind that a rope strong enough to haul them up would fill most of the hole because - narrow hole!
It was freaking weird, and worrying and kinda sad. I can still hear that faint voice yelling from far, far away.
