It’s nighttime and rainy. Two men dressed as homeless people lead me into the crystal cave. They are dressed that way but it is just clothing, they are solid people, very firm in their centers. The cave is different than I thought it would be. Instead of a big cavern deep in the earth, it is a small place very low to the ground on the street. In the street actually, the entrance is only a foot, or a foot and a half high, more like the space under a tree than a typical cave. One of the men comes in with me, the other stays just outside the entrance, looking in. I am up to my chest in a puddle on the street, in the cave. It’s small, but still there is maybe four feet in each direction. My chest hurts and I’m panicking a little. Bright bands of light illuminate the walls in segments, this is what I am supposed to see. I start talking about leaving. Maybe I am panicking because I’m claustrophobic–I don’t think so. I decide to leave. The men don’t seem to object, the one outside takes my hand and helps me out.
The day before I was lying on the bed with a stone on my chest, meditating on it. It hurt where the stone was, so I didn’t spend that much time with the stone. After this dream I tried just holding the stone and spending much more time–with very positive results.