oneiros

I am in Alaska I think.  There are whales.  Whales who sometimes have to embody as humans.  I am at a station of sorts and there is a deep underground tunnel (not so much a tunnel as it goes nearly straight down via a spiral stair case).  This tunnel opens onto a view of the moon that is unparalleled from what I am told.  I begin the descent.  One of the docents tells me to turn right when the time comes otherwise you come up at an easier vantage but not nearly as spectacular.  I descend.  Soon I am just gliding down the central pole that holds the spiral stairs in place.  There are sights along the way.  Areas for kids to stop and play.  I realize that few people come this far.  I keep going and become a bit frightened by the notion that I could easily be buried alive deep beneath the earth.  Than the thought occurs to me that sometimes in order to see the moon fully you have to enter deep, deep into the earth.