Finally able to settle down to recall the #dream from this morning. The location was an ice cave. I was on an expedition with 劉松仁 aka Damian Lau. We entered the cave in our thick winter clothings with our group of about 20-odd people. It was larger than the Bat Cave, I reckoned. The ice appeared in a hues of whites and blues.
As the expedition inched deeper inside, we arrived at some steps. It was the foot of a spiral staircase, cut into the ice. Our few of us climbed upwards following the steps, and shortly after noticed the ice around the outside cut to resemble grilles. We could see the ground surface that was outside. We were not alone.
A group of tribal people were chanting in a ritual. They appeared to be Inuit, but my mind framed them as Tibetans. They also had flamethrowers, and they were about to aim the pair of incendiary weapons towards us as we were still observing behind the grille. Clearly, we had to make our escape by retreating downwards.
I pretty much woke up, but had the final vision that the flames came down upon the ice cave, melting a gloss around everything.
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