the exit

There were choir boys or priests, I’m not sure, all sitting in a semi-circle on an altar, all in white robes. Robes that looked like Dominican friar’s robes to be exact. The altar was a haze of gold, and the ornate carvings were a blur. I was afraid to approach them, but I had to, in pursuit of something. On it’s left was a wooden door that I had to go to, and instead of opening it, I stepped right through it and melted into it like a ghost. There stood a woman in a medieval gown, of ivory I think, who had metal brandishings on the neckline and the waist. She gave me the SOMETHING I needed. I grabbed it, and was on my way out when she warned me that the door would lead me to another dimension, and that the exit would always keep on changing whenever I went "out". I took the "exit" on my first try…I don’t remember the place at all. The second try I was dangling from a vine of a tree, and thousands of feet below were the light green tops of a lush tropical forest on a bright morning that stretched as far as I could see. From then on I don’t remember if I got back to where I originally came from…

(from my Monday night dream)
03 Aug 04