Once again last night I had a dream which is the only one since last time I posted here 2 weeks ago. And the good feature about this one is that it wasn't codeine induced. So I'm optimistic that this is a sign that my dreams are returning to normal frequency.
The dream started with me making preparations to go to some event that had been organised. When I started on my way I was walking down a maze of interlinking back passageways in a big city. I seemed to know my way through them even though there was a general feeling of needing to keep aware of where I was, otherwise I might get lost because the passages all looked alike. I got through them okay.
This led onto a fields and a hillside, but it was layered into long level strips, with the strips layered progressively lower and lower down the hill. Started on top, and People were gathered around these fields where the event (whatever it was) was organised. Some people were riding push-bikes back and to along this top field. It was probably about 200m wide, 1km long. It was grassy, but dryish yellowing grass like you get at the end of the summer.
Meeting some friends, we went as a group down one of the slopes to the layer below. This layer was like ploughed land, with uneven soil, eventually leading to woodland, with soft spongey ground and patchy light from the tree canopy. The air was cooler and all was good and fun. We walked along the path (this was again about 1km long) noticing some of the strange shaped trees and other woodland features.
So far along the land, some of the group wanted to go down to the next level. Not everyone in the group wanted that. I had no objection. But a couple decided they didn't want to and went back up, while the rest of us went down to the next level. It felt a bit awkward the group breaking up like that, but that was what happened.
The lower level was darker with stone rock faces here and there, a bit of a ravine/canyon feel, and it eventually became a cavern. We kept going. We wanted to get to the bottom of this place, where few people go. We wanted to know what was there. We were curious and inquisitive. The next level was a true cave, which was cold and a bit eerie, we went some distance into the cave. The tone of the group turned serious, as we felt a need to be alert.
So far into the cave, there was a hole in the ground that went down to some other place. Only two of us dared to go down the the bottom. Myself and another. It was slightly frightening, but something we chose to do.
At the bottom we found a passageway leading to a foul smelling underground lake. The walls were all running with horrible liquids. On the far side of the lake was a stone ledge with a mangy wooden cupboard upon it. My friend said he would swim over to the ledge, because I couldn't swim. I was concerned of the dangers, but he was confident that he could get across.
So he swam across and onto the ledge, but to my surprise he climbed inside this small cupboard and closed the door. That really shocked m, because this place was foul. Why anyone would do that is beyond me. Suddenly I felt alone and afraid, and I didn't know whether to stay and wait for him to leave. I didn't want to stay but I didn't want to leave him alone down here.
Despite my instincts, I waited, and a few minutes later he reemerged with a book, and came back across the water, and together we looked at it.
The book was filled with drawings of strange plants and people sitting in tubs interacting with tubular things, like in the Voynich manuscript. There were plain text explanations explaining briefly what these represented, but the bulk of the book was ciphered text.
On some of the pages were maps. There was a map of where we were, which was called the 'Aral Lake' or something like that, along with a little diagram of how we got here. There was a map of the eastern Mediterranean Sea, showing Greece and Turkey, and another island was shown on the map that no longer exists. It was called something like 'Ansun-Leu', and was apparently where this book came from.
Also explained in plain text was something called the 'Rankine Decompiler' which was a mathematical concept involving 'a simple equation' and 'a high power' that was key to solving the encrypted writing in the book.
An argument occurred between us over the significance of Ansun-Leu, because my friend thought that this was where we were, yet I said we couldn't be if it no longer exists. With that argument in full flow I woke up, and I wrote enough of this stuff down that I could remember my dream.
It was a good dream. I really enjoyed it
) yet still feel emotionally detached enough to stay calm. Indeed, the woman in the dream was calm and didn't feel as if she was in any danger at all. In fact it seemed like a typical day at work! 
I like it when I dream. I did plan to write it up, but it's faded from my memory now. 
