My dreams keep getting stranger and stranger. I’m not even going to attempt an interpretation of this, because I can’t for the life of me think of what it was that triggered this. Especially the “cubes” (you’ll see).

Onward!

In this dream, it feels like I’m not where I am. It’s like I’m watching myself on TV, but it’s not me (even though it really is). So I’m with these two guys and we’re in a helicopter that’s landing at the top of this jungle-esque landscape. Below us is this tan concrete ramp that must be about thirty feet across and leads down into this huge pool of water. Looking out, you can see that this one ramp leads into a center square (full of water, mind you) and from this square branch out several perpendicular streets, each also full of water.

We land and, like we’re on the Discovery Channel or something, we begin talking to these cameras that apparently came with us about the “natives” that live in the area and their rituals. Some other tour guy comes up to us and starts explaining, as we walk down the ramp towards the water with our pants legs rolled up, what different creatures live in the water. I’m looking down and I see these eel-like things swimming around and say, “so basically, these people live in water filled with bugs and eels?”

And the tour guy says, “yes, but only when the water’s high.”

“The higher the water, the more eels?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, by this point, we’re no longer in the water but are standing near the edges of the giant ramp. I look down and suddenly see that the square is filled with people who are treading water, all looking up at us on the ramp. Another guy, who is apparently the chief of these “natives,” is standing with us and is ready to make a sacrifice to the water. Now we’re all holding these knives. He takes his knife, takes a small girl who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and cuts a little cube out of her shoulder.

He takes this cube and tosses it into the crowd with his knife. He then gets some other…let’s just call them “samples” of people and tosses them over to us, who are standing on the opposite side. We catch them with our knives and toss them into the crowd.

This appears to be some sort of major ritual, because after we do this, the crowd goes swimming out of the square down all the major streets, draining the water out of the center of the square with them. This creates a huge vacuum of air, and we all get sucked down into the square. Then the water comes rushing back in, creating a huge gust of air that pushes us back out and over the ramp into the jungle. Then I wake up.

I’d love to hear your interpretation, if you have one, because I certainly don’t.