Level of Lucidity (1-10): 4 | Dream Signs: I don't boating, I don't like caves, Moss doesn't grow in the dark, I wasn't afreaid of the dark, | Mood: Complascent

Since being awaken by the orb my dreaming as gotten really odd. I was paddling a burned out canoe through a dark cave. There was a pole on the front with a lantern. Below the lantern sat a man. He was dressed in loosely wrapped toga like linen. His hair was long and shaggy as was his beard. I couldn't see beyond the light of the lantern, but I could see the walls of the cave were black lava rock covered with a lime green moss and large white flowers. The cave was narrow, the water black and shallow as it slowly curved around large rocks. After some time, the man was talking to me slow and gentle voice. I just listened to him. Then the canoe hit a flat spot and came to a stop. The man stepped out of the canoe and  he went to rub his eyes. When he he took his hand down, He handed me two small circular medals. He reached out with the other hand and took the pole with the lantern. As I looked up, the canoe started to drift backward down the way we came, into the darkness, til he faded away and I was consumed by the black. That was it. As, dark and damp as it was. I felt no fear.