Beneath the City
I dreamt that I was fleeing through the layers of a picturesque city. Dropping down through stairwells, blurring along winding paths and alleys. Going ever deeper. Slipping, eventually, through subterranean tunnels and passageways. At the last, I was deciding if I was going to move through a series of low-ceiling white-walled salt caves.
Then I awoke to the late pale morning; feeling insubstantial and pale, myself. Vaguely dizzy. Everything is quiet, here. There is snow on the ground.