Had a dream today, I don't know why but I felt the need to write it down.
While hiking in an unknown forest I stumbled across an entrance to an old building buried underground, deep in the earth. I broke off vines and removed large boulders to make a hole just big enough for me to fit through. When I squeezed myself through I found myself on the top story of a huge cathedral, just under its roof, looking down at the nave which was at least 7 stories tall.
Even though it was hundred of meters under the surface somehow there was still enough light left to make the colorful church windows glow faintly, filling the whole building with dim light. The windows showed strange scenes which I could not interpret or do not remember anymore.
I remember the stone was dark-rusty-brown and covered with a layer of what seemed to be ash, when I touched it my hands turned black but strangely none was wiped off the surface of the stones. The air smelt stale, really old.
The whole structure was largely intact, the stairs and pillars where extremely over-the-top ornamented, I was overwhelmed by the beauty. Style was definitely Gothic, but there was no cross nor altar.
When walking around my feet dispersed the dust which then danced in the air, glittering in the faint glow of the windows. Instinctively I took my camera and started to make the best photos I've ever made, I remember every detail.
Suddenly I felt the sensation of great danger, the kind that makes the hair on your neck stand up and gives you cold shivers down your back. When I set the camera aside to look dozens of people materialized all around me with pale empty and serious faces, staring into nothingness. They were all completely silent and did not seem to notice me, they did not blink nor move, they just stared. They were all dressed in festive attire from the 17th century, but the clothes were worn and tattered and just as pale as their skin. The transition between skin and clothes was very smooth, it was hard to tell where the clothes ended and the skin began.
I remember I tried to flee because I was hunted by someone or something but I had to find another way out because for some reason I knew the entrance was blocked.
The last thing I remember is a snowy landscape surrounded by tall Gothic-style structures made of stone of the same color, then the alarm clock woke me up.
(Thankfully, thats probably the reason why I remember that dream so well.)
It definitely was one of my most vivid dreams ever, in fact it felt more real than reality. It was beautiful.
The strange thing is I usually only dream of things that interest me or tend to think about often, this does not include religious buildings, the 17th century or belief.
Though I still wish I had those photos, if they were real they'd be magnificent.