The Archetype (Dream Journal)

This is my dream journal, though you can post on it, if you like.

I was the priest in a spartan church in the baptist style, but the altar and my garb was distinctly Roman Catholic. The Bible is in front of me, but I get the distinct impression that it it is written in code that I don't understand. This disturbs me, as I must soon give the sermon. The place is crowded, but the people do not seem to see me, though their eyes are enormous, covering much of their faces. They have no retnias nor eyelids, and sport vacant grins. They eyes click back and forth like one of those clocks, have you seen one? Where the black cats tail is the pendlum and its eyes sway back and forth every second? Like that. Suddenly, the double doors at the end of the building open, and a man dressed in black enters, he walks to the altar and lifts me up by the collar of my robe. He tells me I must find "The Ancient". I wake up.

I am standing on a pile of the ruins looking at the vista of a destroyed New York. The city has been leveled by an enormous red and black mottled slug creature that consumes buildings whole and excretes them with enough force to cause explosions. The rubble seems to fall into intricate mandala paterns. I somehow know the creature is female.
I am now crawling through the ruined darkened city, it is night now, and the city seems not so destroyed as it was. The place reminds me of Borges' "city of non-euclidian madness" as the buildings seem to tower in every direction with no ground to support them. I fumble my way into a dark apartment through the window, and struggle to find a light, I find a flashlight, but it burns out quickly. I crawl into the bed of the place and go to sleep, trying also to have a lucid dream. I wake up