Mercury poisoning & 666.
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(A large part of this dream, the first half has been forgotten and is probably irretrievable. I tried and tried but for some reason I couldn’t get it back. I’m not sure whether there is a reason for that or if just down to a bit of tiredness and still having the flu).I rejoin the dream in an extremely abstract setting, something like a bizarre maze in the style of M. C. Escher. It would almost seem to be an entire black void that the disorienting maze floats enmeshed in. It has been rendered in vibrant neon colours, bright lime green being the principal colour. The setting is quite reminiscent of the movie ‘Tron’.
I can see one or two school boys in traditional shorts and tank tops running about the maze playing some kind of game. It’s difficult to see exactly what they are doing but it looks as if they are chasing a hoop or ball. As I watch more closely I see that they are chasing a silver ball quickly and playfully through the maze, they never seem to quite catch it.
The glowing highly contrasting coloured labyrinth reminds me of puzzle games from childhood the kind that were three dimensional and had a ball or different pieces that had to be either rearranged or one piece moved from one area to another. I am stood next to a large chest high square plinth, suddenly the silver ball comes down to rest right in front of me.
My assumptions about the puzzle games from childhood are correct as I can see that the silver ball is made from mercury (many of these labyrinth puzzles had mercury inside them). The young boys tip toe over gently to try and catch a peek of the mysterious orb like blob. I decide without any forethought to reach out and touch the blob.
As I touch it the mercury smears all over my hands, I thought that it would resist but I’m horrified to see that it is actually being absorbed into my skin rapidly and here is nothing I can do about it. I panic and run off through the labyrinth realising that I’m in mortal danger and soon the mercury will be completely absorbed into my body.
Somebody rushes over to me and tries to calm me as I’ve become a bit frantic, they lead me over to a small door in the maze. The door is opened and I’m surprised to see a tiny cubicle like office full of different people, I note that the atmosphere of this room and the people is unpleasant and unnerving, I get the feeling that they aren’t to be trusted.
There are two men in the room and a woman sat down in a chair at a small cramped desk (I sense one or two others here too but they are very vague). One man introduces himself as “Cymass” his name strikes me as being very important and perhaps linked to something* another even more shifty, lecherous character is introduced as “Syme”**.
The Cymass character strikes me as being intriguing and a bit mysterious possibly dangerous and a bit of a dark horse. The character of Syme on the other hand looks like a really weak, slimy creep of a character, looking at his face it looks like he hasn’t slept for about three weeks, he wears a white lab coat over the top of a horizontally striped woollen jumper and has an air of guilt about him.
The woman sat in the revolving chair at the desk is also dressed in a white lab coat, I recognise her as an old work colleague. She would seem to be managing operations in this tiny weird back office. I see that her desk has some old style computers arranged on it with some files and a control panel, up at the top of the ceiling I see a close circuit TV camera watching us.
I realise that I was almost certainly under surveillance in the maze too. One of the people, the woman I feel, takes my hand and peels away the now hardened mercury from my hand, it peels off easily and all in one piece leaving behind no trace. It now looks just like Blue Tack putty the kind used for sticking posters to walls.
The woman looks at my hands and sees that I have bitten my fingers (a bad habit I actually have in reality). She tells me that I really should stop, she reprimands me and gives me a bit of a ticking off. The biting of my fingers seems to have strong links to the mercury that was smeared over my hands from before.
I then see a brown sepia toned image appear on one of the small monitors, it’s an image of a small bird, I see and know that it is a Thrush. For some reason I find the image extremely unsettling, the birds face seems to transform and become a small human face which I associate with the mysterious Cymass character stood with us.
The imagery on the screen is accompanied with music by a rock band called ‘Hawkwind’ (I only know this band by name and then only because a school friend mentioned it to me years ago). I start to feel a very mild unpleasant tension building in the cramped room, I can’t quite put my finger on it but I know it’s not nice and I don’t feel comfortable with it.
The woman (roughly my age) looks at me and says “I’ve got three names, can you guess what they are?” she gives me a rather sinister and unpleasant smile, she is wearing a pair of old fashioned gaudy ladies glasses from the late 1950’s or 60’s. The tension is still building and is starting to become very uncomfortable.
She decides to play about with me and tells me her first name, which happens to be the name of another female work colleague. Suddenly I can hear some more music or the introduction to a piece of music by the heavy metal band Iron Maiden (this isn’t really the kind of music I listen to but like earlier it was a band that an old school friend listened liked and told me about).
I hear a man with an extremely sinister voice a bit like Vincent Price he is talking about the number of the beast and 666. I start to feel a spine chilling fear and extremely uncomfortable the whole ambiance of the dream shifts and has a very macabre witchcraft like feel to it, I realise that each of the woman’s three names represents one of the numbers of the beast.
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*The name ‘Cymass’ reminded me of another name ‘Silas’ for some reason although I can’t think what the link might be. **I seem to remember that ‘Syme’ is a character from George Orwell’s novel ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’ that would definitely seem to fit in as the atmosphere at the end of this dream was really oppressive. Hope nobody thinks that this dream is too weird, I think this dream might have come about as I’ve had a bit of a fever with a bad cold I’ve caught, it had all of the other hallmarks of other fever dreams I’ve had in the past.