From my journal this morning:
kayaking. Going over falls. end up in open pool inside caves. crawl under/over walls, find blue agates. End up in caves on beach. Giant walking women statues. Esape down to McLane Rd.
This dream started off like many of my other dreams. The dream Me wakes up in whatever situation he's in, and immediately has to react. Most of the time, the dream Me remembers whatever dream-information he has. Names of the other dream members, for instance, or the point of whatever is happening.
In this particular dream, He woke up in a canoe (even though I wrote kayak) with a dream-Claire behind him, paddling in the second seat. The canoe is a brown fiberglass, stained to look like wood. The seat are covered in green synthetic material, and there are two backpacks in between the seats.
We're sitting in the water in a rock ledge, angled towards the wall in a way to make a fairly deep pool. The water runs off the edge of the pool, and falls down to a river head. I realize that the dream is dark, but dream-lighted in a very greytones way.
I am underground in some sort of cave system. Claire tells me to "get a move on", and we being to paddle towards the edge of the pool. I maneuver the canoe to sit parallel to the edge of the pool. We both grab the edges of the fiberglass raft we're in, and hop it over the edge.
We drop at least twenty feet to the riverhead below. Our bodies submerge with the canoe as we maintain our grips on the edges. We surface facing downriver, and already rapidly gaining speed. The ride down the pitchdark river is exhilarating, and short. It is only moments before we break into a large lagoon within a giant cave.
It must be on the beach, judging from the ball sized sunlight in the distance. The ceiling extends for what must be hundreds of feet above us, and the lagoon is edged by a small wall, obviously man made, and about three feet above the edge of the water. The place is filled with silence, punctuated by the dripping noises that only wet caves can manage.
We bring the canoe to the edge of the lagoon, and climb onto shore. Before us looms a massive hill of sand. Stretching to the sides as far as the darkness allows us to see, and rising more that fifty feet above us, the sand sparkles with shades of dark grey and black.
As we crest the hill, and begin to slide down the opposite side, a glitter of a different color catches my eye. I stop my descent and dig in the sand for a moment. I feel a solid lump in the sand, and pull it to my eyes. As it breaks the sand, a blue glow, like a glowstick, shines forth. In my hand I hold a blue agate. Around me I see two or three others, and put them in my pockets.
We reach the bottom of the hill, and begin to walk towards the head of the cave. A short distance in dark, giant, shapes in the distance begin to come into detail. They move in lumbering, jerky motions, and are at least twice the height of a man. The light improves, and more detail is revealed. They are walking clay statues of women. The actual detail is fairly horrible. It's as if a small shield were given a tub of clay, and told to make Terracotta Warrior's of Barbie.
They turn their massive heads, spot us, and let out a low dreadful tone. Low in note, it vibrates in your head, like three hours of the worst monotone professor you EVER had in college.
We cover our ears and break for the mouth of the cave.
We break into daylight and, once our eyes adjust to the light, we see the forests of McLane in front of us. We run off, and escape into McLane.
I'm rubbish at eating.
I don't know if you noticed when we went for food at that place near BGB's, but I'm a graceless and clumsy eater. I'm graceless and clumsy at most things actually.
I quite often have dreams about cutting my hair (and regretting it) but this is the first time someone else has dreamed about it. Maybe you should find some more interesting shampoo bottles so you'll dream about those. 
