Dreaming Egdar Allen?

I had a weird dream last night. I was vacationing on an island or mountainous beachfront area, greenery everywhere, and I was surrounded by generica spring breakers; but we were all at camp. We were staying in these little cabin-style dorms with cheap metal frame single beds with springs that squeaked. I seem to remember typical spring break fare in the form of beer and flesh. Every once in awhile there would be a huge rumbling noise, and a hole would suddenly appear in a random spot in a part of the camp, and someone would dissappear into it. Then the earth around the hole would kind of fall back in on itself and the hole would be covered in.

Creepy, and I haven't even seen Holes.

But it didn't end there; the holes eventually got bigger and bigger. And bigger. Until huge cracks began criscrossing the entire island, the ground itself took on a waterbed-like consistency and entire parts of camp were swallowed up. I remember the vague intensity of struggle something, of fighting, somehow, an ethereal evil, Charybdis-like evil, but one far less tangible.

I remember looking down into one of these huge fissures, and looking down, down, down, into what looked like molten lava at the core of the earth. The horrifying raw power of the core, of the force of whatever was causing these great fissures, the profundity of the depth, the sublime beautfy of the abyss, reminded me a of a great Poe story I read recently, A Descent into the Maelstrom. Money passage from Descent:

"In five minutes the whole sea, as far as Vurrgh, was lashed into ungovernable fury ; but it was between Moskoe and the coast that the main uproar held its sway. Here the vast bed of the waters, seamed and scarred into a thousand conflicting channels, burst suddenly into phrensied convulsion - heaving, boiling, hissing - gyrating in gigantic and innumerable vortices, and all whirling and plunging on to the eastward with a rapidity which water never elsewhere assumes except in precipitous descents.

In a few minutes more, there came over the scene another radical alteration. The general surface grew somewhat more smooth, and the whirlpools, one by one, disappeared, while prodigious streaks of foam became apparent where none had been seen before. These streaks, at length, spreading out to a great distance, and entering into combination, took unto themselves the gyratory motion of the subsided vortices, and seemed to form the germ of another more vast. Suddenly - very suddenly - this assumed a distinct and definite existence, in a circle of more than a mile in diameter. The edge of the whirl was represented by a broad belt of gleaming spray ; but no particle of this slipped into the mouth of the terrific funnel, whose interior, as far as the eye could fathom it, was a smooth, shining, and jet-black wall of water, inclined to the horizon at an angle of some
forty-five degrees, speeding dizzily round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar, such as not even the mighty cataract of Niagara ever lifts up in its agony to Heaven."


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