The Real Dream

  A dream is just a dream right? I mean why would it be anything else? For the last few months I have had the same dream at least five times. Each time I see the same thing, hear the same thing, and the same thing happens each time. I once read (where at I can't remember, fun right) that if you have a dream once it is a dream. If you have it twice it is a idea that should be used. If you have it three times it is a warning. Lastly if you have it four times you should find it and/or do it. What does it mean if you have it five times I am not sure nor do I wish to find out. What I am sure of is that I will go with the fourth one. :) Yes many people have the same over and over again, but what is weird is that it is the only dream that I can remember having and a least three years. Maybe I am over thinking it, but it is my dream so I can think how ever I wish to about it. Now for the “meat” of this story.

   Like I said it is the same every time I have it. The area is in deep water. Very deep. How deep I am not very sure but I know that I would drown if I were to try to swim in it. Around this water of endless depth is man-made land. What kind of man made land? Well it is made of metal, really old metal. The rust can be seen from about a mile away. The land is not flat but “tossed” in a way, what I mean is that beams, platforms, and other metal pieces are just kind of there. The metal land travels 2 miles out into the water and loops back to the real land. Yes it form what I think is a huge horse shoe. In the middle of it is a sixty foot by sixty foot platform made of concert with a fifth-teen by fifth-teen gate. The gate opens down into a pit (I am calling it a pit because it is all I know of it), unlike the rest of the metal out there the gate is brand new and shinning. Standing next to the gate is an old man. I can't tell you the details of the old man because when ever I think of him he blurs and then I forget the man altogether. Like he was never there at all (yes I know I need to stop over thinking it), but I know he is there.

   Now lets get to were I am in this dream. As the times before I am on a boat a small one only big enough to hold me and it is powered by an unnamed motor. I can judge how fast it is but I don't think it matters. Before I start the boat I have the feeling I need to get to the platform. I feel a real need like the need to breath. Then I take off, after about five minutes I reach the half way point to the platform. It is mark by a tower of some sort on ether side of the metal land. As soon as I hit that mark, no sooner and no later, the moment my boat pasts the mark I get another feeling. A feeling of pure fear. This is a fear I have never felt until I first had this dream and it has only felt worst each time I have had this dream if I even wish to call it that now. The platform is only 300 feet away from my boat and then I forget it. I just completely forget where I am and were I am going so I ask out loud, “what?”. Then I hear and a voice I can not place “turn away for now”. Then I do, I JUST DO. Why, I don't know. When I land the boat back onto real land I remember why I was out in the water. I look at the platform, blink, and I wake up every time.

   Now I want to find this place. I need to find this place, the old man, the deep water, platform, and everything else. I feel I have to. I have begun to look up maps of the East Coast mainly around factories and shipping yards. I have also tried to look up the scene in legends and tales of old (these are my words for it). I have yet to find anything as of yet. I think it is a place, or that is to say I..... know it is real. Can anyone help me out. Thank you for taking the time to pay attention to a dream I know is real.

     From

     The Lost Doctor