Everything is black, but I can see my ghostly hands in front of me, like paler outlines in the darkness. I realize I should have had a plan before I started just shooting up, so I quickly try to compose myself. I decide I want to try finding a castle, like in the underwater dream a few days ago. I see a pale ring starting to appear. When I pass my hands behind it, the color reverses (my hands are dark against the ring, and light against the dark background). I realize this is my opportunity - I grab it with both hands, pulling it open as far as I can to go through it. I then see a faint outline of five interlocking circles with a white point in the center - I take a moment to count them to remember it. I dive down, straight for the white dot. I land sitting in shallow green-gray water, and the white dot looks like a pile of small white shells or beads. I decide it will be a snake. It is about four feet long, and swims around me. I look up, and I seem to be in an underground cave with a high ceiling and gentle watery light. There is a tall figure on either side of me. They wear hand-dyed pale blue robes with a design embroidered down the front center in metallic thread. The robes have the effect of hanging from their heads, like they are puppets (kind of like Enoch from Over the Garden Wall). The one I look at first has the face of an old woman, but it seems to be soft-sculpted from indigo fabric, with exaggerated witch-like figures highlighted in white thread. I find her a bit frightening, so I look back down. I can faintly the see the outline of the shape I dove into on the surface of the water, elaborating itself almost fractally into a labyrinth. I think I should follow this path to find my dream-archive. I start concentrating on making the walls higher so I can enter. But before I can, the second figure says, "Wait, Harlequin." This one has a younger and more human-looking face, with long glossy black hair. She starts telling me a rhyme, about black turning to red and blue, and a woman with long blonde hair and long black claws, and a silver flask at her waist (she winks when she says this detail). She finishes with, "for you only - don't tweet this," which I interpret as I'm not supposed to share the rhyme, even though I don't use Twitter. But I was so caught off-guard I wasn't fully paying attention, I want to hear the rhyme again and try to remember it for myself - it might be the old dream I was looking for. I ask her to repeat it, she looks partly puzzled, partly amused. She begins to speak again, but I wake up.
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