Message #40156

[guest587]

subterranean prison; the number 8

my sleep has not been the best lately. i still haven't adjusted to daylight savings. i wake up every so often through out the night, but when i am asleep it is deep and i can barely remember my dreams. i do remember, finally, being able to hold on to something.

i'm in some kind of life or death challenge- it's a subterranean prison. not everyone is human. specific obstacles are designed to kill you. no one is on your side. i remember however, befriending a creature that knew what he was doing. i followed his lead through out the course. i remember us trying to break free from this place. one obstacle required us to roll across this sticky tarp with all our force. the environment for this challenge is likened to a moonwalk pit. and once we roll past this extremely sticky ground we are in the opposite corners looking up because something is dropping from above designed to crush whoever is stuck. expected to die, we draw a lot of attention to ourselves for managing to get past this challenge. this creature is cloaked, he has many green glowing eyes coming from out of his hood. the recall is a bit blurry here. i am also remembering a beach underground?. even though the feeling is subterranean, there are large empty spaces and even flying ships. this creature and i have become so coordinated we use each others bodies to trick our pursuers. i remember him rescuing me with his ship, a zipline of some sort being shot out as i am jumping off a cliff and colliding with the creature as we are suspended midair, he then shoots some kind of rope back to the ship, and another rope back onto a shielded piece... it's kind of like a spider casting a web and we are suspending ourselves appropriately. the shield is like plasma energy.
the last piece i remember here is somehow making it out of this hellish prison, but not fully escaped from the land. we are in hiding. dragging ourselves through mud, off on the countryside. we don't want passerby's to see us. i remember being so low to the ground and trying to take the shape of the brush and mud as cars and children pass by to my left. i remember sliding and writhing across this mans backyard, which was like an oasis for wildlife. he was like the warden and land owner of this entire place and his home was like a resort compared to the subterranean prison i had just escaped. he was on his phone distracted and did not see me escaping into the wooded area his backyard leads up to. we are actually going up a narrow hill with trees and shrubs on either side. i see these wild birds and know my escape is finally upon me. i am now resting in the mud- and another black creature with many green glowing eyes comes up to me and presses its body against mine and we disappear into nothing.

when i fall back asleep i remember being in some kind of marathon. there is only one other person who races across this line with me. i don't mind him, he is slightly ahead of me. we both have our arms out, which is indicating our ability to fly. i only remember saying to myself how important the number 8 is. somehow this number means freedom and these challenges will be overcome.