I think this is the first time this dream has happened.
I am standing on a vast platform paved neatly with the grey blue-stone they use in Melbourne. There are people here and there, some taking photos, some are modelling.
After some time I am standing on the platform alone.
I walk to the edge of the platform. There are little diamond shaped flag-stones that move down to the next layer below. As I step on one it moves down. I think to myself, these stones are too small for me to stand on. Also, there appears to be no method for their moving. As I move down I can see people below who are processing photos.
When I get to the bottom everyone is dead. Their bodies are grey and sunken. They all have machete wounds. Some of them on their faces. Some on their bodies.
The dream ends and I wake up.