I was walking through s slightly built up area. It was not a town but there were a few buildings about. There were a couple of women following me. I think they were Indonesian or at least Asian. I didn’t seem to be connected with them much. They were following simply because we were going in the same direction, or perhaps they thought I knew the way. In the background of my awareness or memory was the knowledge that I had made this journey before. It was in two stages, maybe because of length of time. So, at the end of one day there was a point one arrived at, then went on to the final destination the next day. I was still moving toward the first point. I believe in the original journey I had simply been a passenger and now I was making my own way and having to remember the landmarks.
The dream became very clear and alive as I was walking through a large ruined building. Some walls were still standing and I was climbing over them or walking around them to go in the direction I felt was right. Then I came to a thick wall about five feet tall. I clambered up on top of it to go over, but on looking down the other side I saw an immense drop. Beneath me was level after level of ancient structure going deep into the earth. It was all carved out of, or built out of the natural rock, with many rooms. It was as if something had gouged away a great chunk of it revealing the enormity of it. I sensed the age of it and that it was built by a long past culture. Certainly I could not progress in that direction, so I turned to my left where there was a regular road. I had been going my own way across the land instead of using the normal road – the two women had now gone their own way, realising I was taking risks going the direction I was.
The road was not like a modern road with cars on it. I had the impression it was mostly people on foot. As I stepped into the road, thinking I had better stick to it for a while, an enormous beast came lumbering toward me along the stretch from the direction I was facing. It was ridden by a couple of people I did not notice clearly, and looked something like a prehistoric beast, though not one I can identify. It was about two or three times the size of an elephant, about twelve to fifteen feet high at the head. This, the head, was round and enormous, with a huge mouth full of long teeth. It was waving its head about as it came toward me and I got out of the way as quickly as I could, backing into someone’s garden gate. The beast and passengers went by and I realised the beast was a grass eater, but nevertheless too big to stand in the way of.
I walked on and within a hundred yards or so came to a T junction. I recognised it as a landmark from the previous journey and turned right. In fact it also reminds me of a T junction near the first house my wife and I owned, that I knew also from early childhood.
Now I was surrounded by countryside, soft and open, slowly sloping down to a place I knew from my previous journey. It was the first stopping place, and I knew I would find friends and welcome there. I could feel it as I walked, like going home, and knowing I belonged in the place in some way, or was an acknowledged part of it. It felt good.
Singya