dream: underground nexus
somewhere in the back of my house (maybe in the yard by a ramshackle shed or more likely in a dilapidated old leaning hallway in the back made of that exposed composite laminated wood board stuff leading to some pantry door, anyway, in some creaky, dry, airy place in the back) were one or two doors that i discovered opened into dark, damp stone hallways that wound around underground until they converged in a sort of round, modest grand central station of hallways. it was kind of wet and barely adequately lit with bare bulbs and other minimal wiry light fixtures overhead. each hallway exiting this room led to a door that opened on some fabulous place in the world. there were a steady slow of travelers who were savvy to this magical waystation. they were about my age, fairly weathered, and very funky and individualistic, and they travelled in a purposeful, self-contained way individually or in groups of two or three. they seemed a little foreign, as if they might be from another time, or not entirely human or something. i was terribly excited to have access to this network and to explore it, and i spent some time peeking out doors into other worlds. but when i went home, the next time i opened the doors they led to nothing special, just closets and pantries. i was crushed. then somehow there was some guardian spirit i was asking about this. apparently the magical passageways were gone for now, but when i asked if i would ever have access to them again and more opportunity to explore, the answer was most definitely, and i was content.