In this first dream I found myself in (I'm assuming) Calcutta, and while I wasn't in the Black Hole prison, I was close by, in some nearly airless, dim, room with a dirt floor. The room was windowless and big, there must have been a good twenty of thirty men in there. A friend and I were the only Caucasians present, all the others were Calcuttans, I guess you would call them. I was having a difficult time breathing in the foul air and having noticed this, a man in dirty clothes approached me. He said that he was the master of the air hole and that for a small amount of money, he would allow me to sit by the hole and breath in some relatively fresh air. So I gave him some dollars and got to sit by the hole. Sure enough, I could breath better. The hole was big, about the size of a locomotive boiler opening, and it was not straight down, more like built into the side of a crumbling brick wall. The Calcutta guy took it upon himself to explain the history of the hole, as he pushed some other men who didn't have any money, away from it. He said that the hole was a volcanic tunnel that ran all the way down to an underground fresh water lake. It was to have been utilized, back in the 1700's to provide ventilation for a big prison that was being built, but due to budgetary problems, the prison was built closer to the center of the city. The breathing hole eventually fell into the man's ancestors hands and since then, they had been renting out the hole for breathing purposes. I asked the man if I could explore the hole but he wouldn't allow it because I might fall down a crevice and die, thus causing the smell of rotting flesh to enter into the air being inhaled by his customers. I took some more deep breaths and made my way outside.
I found my friend, Byron, sitting up against the wall of the breathing hole building. I sat next to him and put my back against the wall. I handed him a couple of dollars and asked if he wanted to go breath some fresh air but he said no. The air was relatively fresh from where we were sitting, he noted. I took some big breaths and Byron was right. I could breath in just enough air to fill my lungs, and it was relatively fresh. The air was rather hot but it did carry a nice, nearby river smell. I told Byron that I should go back inside and tell all those other men that the air was breathable outside, for free, but I fell into the next dream before I could do so.
The second dream took place at the countryside. It was a nice, bright day and there were hills and fields all about. A single building sat on a grassy knoll and I entered it. There was a single room with a woman sitting at a chair and a desk. She looked up with a smile.
"Are you here to purchase a ticket?" she asked.
"A ticket?" I asked in return
"Yes, a ticket to the carnival," she said. "You really should purchase one. We have some brand new rides and lots of new sideshow tents that you can enter."
"But I didn't see any carnival out there." I pointed out.
"Oh no, it's not there, You have to follow a path to reach it." she said.
So I bought a ticket and walked back outside. I glanced around and noticed a pathway running through fields and meadows. There were some people walking down the path and I joined them. We were all excited to see the carnival. We walked, and walked and walked, for a couple of hours before we reached it. It was big and colorful and there were beautiful Ferris wheels and rollercoasters all about. And sideshow tents too.
For all the excitement of taking a look at everything, I just couldn't help it and I reversed tracks and walked all the way back to the building where I had bought the carnival ticket.
"You know," I told the lady behind the desk. "You should provide some type of transportation service to the carnival. Either that, or move you're ticket building closer to the venue."
