Ask Not For Whom the Bell Tolls
Dream 2 (Ezekiel)
The darkness is cold and feels as if you are deep, deep underwater. You can see yourself perfectly fine, but nothing else.
“What do you want?” A dread and terrible voice rumbles all around you. It comes from all directions at once, each word a pulse of pressure.
You fall, suddenly, out of the darkness and into a room made of hardened sand. Above you the ceiling is a seething mass of dark water. Two doors are outlined in the sand, lurking on opposite sides of the room.