I have long extremely vivid dreams that I remember in astonishing detail; here is the most recent one.
Im living in some kind of ancient city with a massive church at its center. A church so massive that there are places underground no one, not even the monks who inhabit the place have entered for centuries bec it's off limits. I become curious as to what lies beneath. So, during a large gathering I sneak in and delve deeper and deeper seeing fewer and fewer monks. Until I don't see anyone. Everything around me looking older and more neglected the further i go. Layers of dust and cobwebs cover the tattered red curtains that line the rooms and hallways. Lit only by the occasional small gas lantern on the walls. Even with all the twists and turns i feel as tho im being led in the right direction. I walk down one final set of stairs. There are two tall adjacent bookshelves to my left and a semi-circle of skeletons sitting in chairs to my right. A stone carving above them reads "the council of 9". The central skeleton has an open book laying on its lap. Across from them an archway leads to an open cave like space with a river flowing out of two large openings in the sides. Looking out either side i see a landscape unlike the one I came from. The water rushing out into a waterfall that drops far below into a valley, as if I passed through a portal into another world. On the other side I see stairs. Suddenly, a small girl in a blue and white dress adorned in jewels frantically running jumps into the river, desperately trying to reach the other side. I jump in, wrap her arms around my neck and with every ounce of strength I climb back onto the rocks on my side. We make our way back out of the church into the city streets, looking for a safe place to dry off so she can tell me what happened. Who is this girl? Where did she come from, and why was she running? The story continues but I'll end it there...
What do you think this dream means?