Along with someone else, I was being pulled backward by rope through a tunnel toward something. I don’t know if I was going parallel to the surface or deeper in, just that it felt dangerous, and I was going very fast. At one point I stopped because there was a beautiful girl. Our loins felt very hot together, and I started to remove the rope. Then I remembered the other person was still headed in/down, so I told the girl that I should keep going. I felt very strong as I held onto the partially untied rope, which pulled at me again.
When I came to the end, there were workers, and the rocks were brown with steaming mud. There seemed to be a problem that was worrying them. I didn’t know where to put my feet, as I kept thinking the rock looked molten or hot. I still didn’t know why I was there, except for adventure.
I passed some men discussing some rock, which took on the appearance of fish to my eyes. Then one of the smaller ones began moving just noticeably. That was what they were discussing; I am not sure if they noticed the movement or if I told them. The rocks were coming back to life as the fish they had died as, and I didn’t know if they could live without water, only that they looked angry. I fled.
I came to a place where the tunnel split. On one side the rock was closing from bottom to top and top to bottom; on the other, it looked verdant and inviting. On one side (I’m not sure which), I was partly through when I saw a cartoon film of a giant eye and knew I would have to go the other way. But I don’t know now which way was which.