The Wreck and the Sewers

I was in my car, and someone I can't remember was with me. I believe it was a guy that was built fairly tall, had dark hair, and reminded me a little bit of John Rhays-Davies, but younger and without any facial hair. We were on an interstate, driving along, and the day was fairly overcast.

At one point I remember seeing a plane flying left close to the horizon off to my right. I believe that plane wrecked, and somehow, it caused a traffic backup on the road I was on. I wound up getting out of my car, and walking ahead a bit into what was kind of a small city-like scenario. There was a bridge, and I was walking under it along the left side of the underpass. As I did, there was a chain link fence to my left, and behind it was a road that went down to a warehouse looking place and some taller buildings. It was deserted down there. The passenger from my car was walking with me, and we eventually wound up in this underground tunnel that reminded me of what was supposed to be like a sewer, but without the smell, and it was cleaner. There was something very odd going on in this tunnel, but I can't quite put my finger on what. It's almost like some people were walking in, and when they got to be somewhere around us, they disappeared or something.

At the point where we were standing, the way we had come in was to our left, and we were on a higher portion of the walkway, and then right in front of us was another part of the tunnel that within about 30 feet curved sharply off to the right. It was like the people were going down there, but by vanishing, not walking. It was almost like there may have been a door in the wall that was immediately to my right, but something had to happen to your mind in order to be able to see it and pass through it, but when you did, you looked like you walked into the tunnel in front of us. Well, whatever the case, I somehow wound up making through this door myself.

I found myself in this small wooden room, with a wooden table and chairs and about three or four people around, and I was asking them if the guy with me was going to make it in. For some reason I was very concerned about him because I didn't think he would know how to do it and come through the door, or if he did wind up doing it, he wouldn't understand what was going on.

So another smaller built guy and I left and went to check on my friend, but by the time we had gotten back into the tunnel, he was gone. We somehow knew he had made it through the door. I wish I could remember the significance of this. Somehow it seemed very important, almost spiritual, that we were able to do this transitioning. In the dream I seemed to know, but I cannot remember it now.