yevlax

Goldfish Tunnel




I am in college, driving a small go-cart towards a building on campus. The building I'm driving towards has some sort of construction going on, and I groan audibly at this. I must get this go-cart to the lower levels of the building, it is imperative. I will be horribly off schedule if I cannot get this go-cart to the lower levels of the building. I drive up to the glass doors, seeing many grumpy students ambling about, apparently they can't get into the building either. I drive over ot the side, seeing a brick wall has been planted directly into one of the main doors. I curse.

I am on foot now, I enter the glass doors and charge into the lobby, looking for an alternate entrance. I turn a corner and see a construction worker cheerfully crouched on the ground, screwing around with a blank shiny sheet of some sort (tarp? garbage bag?). The sheet is covering a hole in the ground, the ground is made of concrete like a city street. I ask him how to gain entrance, and he looks up at me and smiles. "You have to go down, sir," he says, smiling. "I will lower you down." I look at the garbage-bag like sheet, convinced that it is a garbage bag. This damn fool would surely drop me, or the bag would break, and that would be the last of my legs. He insisted, and a reluctantly lowered myself onto the plastic as he gently let go of his end, setting me down into the tunnel.

I was in a dark tunnel, much like the conspicuously spacious sewers you see in television shows, unlit except for a wide light shining down from the hole in the ceiling. There are flat broken stones on the floor beneath my feet, and a small stream of water is in the center of the light, carrying on endlessly throughout the tunnel. I step slightly into the water to get across, then realize the water is deeper than I had first imagined. I step back for a new plan. While I am thinking, a a long, snakey shape comes towards me in the water. I watch as it flows past. It is a huge goldfish, grown into an anaconda of a creature, covered in shimmering scales. It looks like a chinese dragon painting given flesh. The goldfish slows down when it is directly in the water in front of me, and does a jerky shake of its body and fins. The motion sends water splashing all over me in an arcing wave, soaking my clothes. The goldfish continues its swim with progressively smaller shakes.

I am Indiana Jones, and I bend down to pick up a dharma*. I have no gun or whip, but I weigh the rock in my hand. Will it be enough to kill this creature? I've hit things with dharma before. It would take far more hits than my gun would. I began trying to calculate how much dharma I would need to throw to take down this creature, in a video-game-like manner.

*- in this dream, a dharma was one of the flat rocks beneath my feet. I do not know why I was calling them dharma, but in the dream, that is what they were called after I turned into Indiana Jones.

I briefly become myself again, and feel silly standing there and plotting to throw this small rock at that ginormous fish. I am scared of that goddamned fish. it has stopped moving up in the water ahead of me. It sits there, twitching it's tail. Did it hear my thoughts? I have to get out of here. NOW.

In the real world, I begin waking up. My body shifts on the couch. My mind starts pulling itself up from the dreamstate, stepping back and beginning to run its memory program. What a fascinating dream. I have to record this. My eyes aren't quite open yet but I'm working on it. Running the dream over and over again in my head, waiting for the emotions fo the dream to die down so i can get up and write. Go-cart. Tunnel. Goldfishshark. Wait, it was not a shark. A brief flash of imagination coems through, re-writing the last scene so that the goldfish turned back towards me with great mishapen teeth. My heart is still beating rapidly. Don't i have a pill for that? Pills. I had a pill. Go-cart. Tunnel. Goldfish. Indiana Jones. Dharma. Was there anything before the go-cart? There was more dream but my memory crashed before that. I finally open my eyes, finding myself shifting in the dark on the couch. I lie still for a moment.

I think there's a bug on me.