“My sick uncle,” she answered, “can he get onto the platforms?” I conferred with the first English lady, the one with the flippant remark about the numbering, and I replied, “No, he would be too weak to try.” Her uncle at this point had appeared and looked like he had cancer.  Stone against stone, the pieces of the cave were clicking into place, like the cogs of a giant machine. The vortex at the end of the cavern was now stronger and each dais seemed magnetically charged.  These were engineered forces of the earth in motion beyond any of our comprehension.

All at once I had a vision.  High above, above ground, I could see that one person who had been with us had gone back to a TV station and reported what they had found.  “Why, everyone is going to be flocking here!” We could barely grasp the forces at play let alone a curious crowd.  This had me worried but I still kept watching the great decorated stones shifting all around me. 

“Hang on a second,” I thought, “There’s another cavern just around here.” 

I walked around the corner of a pillar and sure enough, there it was, an gigantic, new cavern but this one was open to the sky.  “This is the mother of all!” I awed. “This is ten times bigger than that last underground cavern!”  I gazed upward as if looking out of the bottom of a volcano up to the sky.

News of the find had spread and now there were hundreds of people around the perimeter of the cave looking down at us.  Now the vortex was formed in the sky above us all. The people were pointing looking down at me but I said, “Why it is extraterrestrials.”

Suddenly, over the lip of the cave there appeared a tall creature with a big staff and an feathered head dress. His face was the face of a snake and he spoke directly to me in a matter of fact way, “That’s right, it is extraterrestrials.” At that he pointed the staff at me – it was a type of weapon – white snow blasted from it and I then awoke.

This dream was unusually vivid and even when I awoke I still felt I was there.  I wrote it down as best I could to convey a story that seemed truly real.