Imagine as a writing exercise trying to describe something knowing that yr description will not describe what you want it to. Trying to describe an LSD trip, eg. Trying to describe a rm that one's in w/o resorting to any nouns, similies, metaphors, analogies; a bedrm described w/o using the words "bed" or "walls" or "floor" or "sheets" - attempting to describe the sheets topographically only.. - that sort of thing. That's the dilemma of trying to describe dreams. Extending that, that's the dilemma of describing ANYTHING - something will ALWAYS BE MISSING - something that makes the description crucially incomplete. I'm hyper-conscious of that in relation to today's attempt at a dream description.
There's an environment. I am in it. It's both architecturally-interior-like & enormously-outside-natural. I am on a flat surface. It's like a floor, it's like flat ground; it's not like a floor, it's not ground. To my left, wch, of course, is an inadequate relative description, is a steep cliff, rounded. The surface I'm on is water. The surface I'm on may not have initially been water. Perhaps something I have done, something I am doing, is making it fluid.
At '1st' this surface, this water, is bounded - on the left is the steep cliff; straight ahead is, perhaps a slightly higher flattish area wch isn't fluid. Around the corner of the cliff is another area where the fluid is bounded. Behind me there's some sort of human-created area bounding the fluid. It's as if the scale changes there to be the scale a small child sees when it looks up at table legs & table top whilst crawling on the floor. There are human created objects there, not necessarily describable as any particular thing - concrete abstracts of sorts. People live there or are visiting. Looking behind me, as I head forward, to the right of the people area the fluid continues on for a distance obscured from view - there's no immediate bounding of the water in sight.
I have a purpose. I am somehow going to make a dramatic change to 'reality'. I have a reason for this, this 'reason' serves a purpose I somehow perceive as benevolent. This does not describe it at all. The surface I am on may be solid enuf for me to walk on, it may be water, I may be in a small fragile boat, a raft. Whatever I am in or on, it remains undefined at the same time that it's clearly physical & I am clearly physical in my interaction w/ it - even though I seem to exist more as a POV (Point of View) than as a body that I can see.
Where the 'water' meets the 'shore' the water is fluid, there's a brown scum that extends out from the shore for maybe a ft or so. The water is perhaps thousands of ft deep. My chosen task is to descend, perhaps down a rope, to the bottom of this for some purpose that will make dramatic changes. I will not drown. I need to breath but I will not drown descending into this water w/o special breathing apparatus other than my not necessarily visible ordinary human body. When I reach the bottom something major is going to change. I don't want to descend in the water where the scum is, where I can't see b/c of the scum; I want to descend past the scum but perhaps the water isn't so watery past the scum, perhaps it's hard, perhaps it's ice.
I have to have a rope connected to the shore that became visible around the curve of the cliff that I'm at the bottom of. The water is still, there are no waves. I have to somehow fetch an object from this shore to be suspended on the rope. This object may be something like a plastic sculpture of an owl, it may be something completely different, it may be undefined, totally ambiguous - except that it's no bigger than 11 inches in length & ruggedly textured. It may represent something else, it probably does.
The rope is parallel to the surface wch may be water. The object is attached to it. I no longer need to descend to the bottom. I'm no longer holding the rope, perhaps the rope & the object are no longer there. I'm moving away from where I'd gone to - back toward where I'd apparently come from in the 'beginning' - even though there wasn't necessarily a 'beginning' b/c in the 'beginning' of this memory I was in the 'middle' of the space I've been 'describing' & I was coming 'from' the 'middle'. I was going back to the part of the water/ice where the boundary was no longer visible.
I cd walk on the surface that wasn't exactly ice - but b/c of what I'd done the surface that was closer to ice than anything else I can think of was becoming something that I cd no longer walk on b/c it was becoming water & it was very deep & I wd drown. I was heading away from where it was turning into deep water, walking backwards, perhaps - looking where I had been. In the little area bounded by the 'shore' & the curve of the cliff the surface cd no longer be walked on - it was deep water.
To my right, as I was moving backwards, there were people in the area w/ the human constructions. They were laughing in resistance to the change I'd initiated. They were preventing the surface from turning into deep water. It was as if there were only an ice-like surface w/ no potential even for deep water underneath it. But that was changing - not b/c their efforts weren't effective. In 'fact' they didn't have to make any effort - their existence kept things that way - it was their world, they defined it. But even tho they didn't need to do anything to keep the surface from becoming fluid, it was becoming fluid anyway.
There was a newscast, perhaps I heard it. Hundreds or thousands or an unnumbered quantity of sharks + some bears (not polar bears - black or brown bears, grizzly bears perhaps) + some walruses or walrus-like creatures coming onto the land from the deep water that was coming into being. The news may've announced that these creatures were eating humans - but I don't think I saw that happen. What I saw was the sharks & bears & walruses covering the land near the water's edge. I was retreating from them toward a small rock protrusion from the 'water''s surface at the edge of wch my girlfriend was laying half-asleep.
I reached where she was. The surface had melted to the point where she & the bedcovers over her were partially wet from the melting. I warned her that she had to leave this small rock area b/c the sharks wd be coming onto it & maybe eating her. She was more nonchalant about it than I was - saying that she'd been camouflaging herself w/ fake shark fins - wch I cd imagine seeing there but didn't actually see. I didn't think these semi-imaginary shark fins wd work to keep the sharks from recognizing her as human.