Shadow Mines

11/13/07 - Tuesday Night

I was on a row boat moving down a somewhat fast river. There were two more on the boat with me (unsure of what gender). We were fleeing from some individuals who were chasing us. The river was deep and fast, but slowly began to slow down and become shallow. Eventually it became so shallow, the boat stuck upon the silt and rocks along the river bed. Here, we abandoned the boat. A hundred or so feet ahead, the tributary we were on and another, deeper river, merged together, flowing through a chain link fence. A gate used to bar the way, but it stood wide open and mangled. We followed along side the small river until we came to a large square shaped hole into the earth (roughly 15x15). The water was rushing over the side and disappearing into black oblivion. Five or six more similar square pits were further down. One of my companions stated that these were mine shafts deep into the earth. We turned 180 degrees from where we facing, to see a seemingly endless and dark ravine behind us, caves and tunnels dug into the walls opposite us (I don't believe this geographic location existed until we turned around). Suddenly the dream scape shifted, and we were standing in a large dugout chamber, half of the room once again dropping away into darkness. One of my companions said that shadows lived and hunted here, and I knew the statement to be true. Shadowy humanoid forms began to coalesce all around us, closing in to consume us. I opened my mouth and let out a sort of ultrasonic scream, causing the shadows to scatter and flee. We began running for a distant light, obviously an exit. Almost out, the group of unsavory characters that had been earlier chasing us entered the cave mouth and blocked our retreat. They were armed and intended to kill us. Once again I opened my mouth and let out a howl, to high for the human ear to hear. While doing so, I remember thinking the words "come consume them!" Immediately the shadows began to swarm. As the shadows advanced, the pursuers completely ignored us and began to fire into the darkness. We quickly moved through the ranks and towards the exit. As the shadows closed, they began sucking the life from all those they touched. We couldn't move fast enough, though, as when the shadows finished, they would turn upon us. I once again drove them off with a scream, leaving two of our attackers standing. I approached them and said to one of them "I have no use for you." At this point, I raised a pistol and shot the man right in his face. He fell to the ground, dead. I then approached the second man, an oriental, fearful for his life. I told my companions (as well as the second man) "he knows math, science, and computers, so he's worth keeping." The dream ended here.

Realworld Note: When I first started using "guns" in dreams, they actually consisted of my finger mimicing the movements of a pistol. The person "shot" wouldn't actually die in my dream, but would fall to the ground thinking they were dead. At some point later, they would simply stand back up. This changed as I got older and began firing pistols and rifles at realworld ranges. Suddenly, in my dreamscapes, I was armed with an actual weapon. Now, when shot, opponents don't get back up, and blood is usually involved.