This is a recurring dream I had for several years as a girl about 3 to 6 years old. It is the only one of several recurring dreams I've had in my life that I was never able to understand.
There is a very small room with a plain square wooden table in the middle of the floor. On the table is a translucent pink glass dish, and in the dish is a toothpick. I identify with that toothpick or it is me, I am not sure which. Around the perimeter of the room, instead of walls, there are large open shafts. There are very large logs shooting down the shafts at high speed. This happens over and over, and the size of the logs and their speed cause a tremor in the room. It is somehow menacing, and although they are not near enough to harm me I am afraid.