living underground
I think of this occasionally. A small bunker, with light streaming in weakly, while I dwell serenely on the belly of mother earth.
I bought a small excavator a handful of months ago with intentions to dabble. But last night I had a dream of actually living underground.
The context; I was temporarily studying away from home. I could imagine, living away from home, with strangers like this would cause great stress.
One day while out walking, I saw my grandmother Dot, just as she entered an underground dwelling! It was situated into a hillside just before a bridge over a river. At a later time I met her, she kept her circumstances private, except that she had to go away soon. Chosing my time carefully I took up life there. Initially I was shocked at the difficulty entering, but realised this was a security measure, created by whomever built the dwelling. I remained there peacefully for the duration.
Isn't it amazing how the thoughts from deep inside emerge in the quiet hours? The dream did not afford me any great sensation of dwelling underground beyond a strong feeling of it being a base, an anchor that strongly bonded me to place.
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