Mushroom people

Date: 9/5/2018

With a group of people, digging a hole beneath a great old tree with many boughs. The sun is warm, the earth is a reddish desert color; feels like Mexico. We’re deep, like grave deep, and are hitting a patch of hard packed earth. Someone’s shovel finds a way behind it, a spot where they can apply leverage and a patch of hardpack comes loose in a chunk. It’s actually an ancient wall. In moments, the entire thing crumbles inward, revealing a great gulf of darkness. As light spills in, it reveals a body lying prone on the floor of a cavernous space. Soon, another figure steps out of the gloom and into view. It’s a child wearing some kind of mushroom costume, almost like a mascot outfit but not quite as goofy. Another appears, and another. There are great crowds of them down here, mushroom people, slowly marching towards the light. Towards us.