The Pit on the Sussex Downs (night of 26/03/2015)

I have taken a walk onto the Sussex Downs, and have found a small pit in the ground. I climb down into this pit - rather like a depression that may become a pool after heavy rains. I know that animals use this pit to shelter from the cold and rain. The pit is sheltered by a cobwebby network of what appears to be rope, covered with bits of cellophane. The cellophane does not cover all the holes in the webbing, and sunlight - the kind of sunlight that often comes after rain - shines through. I know that this pit was once part of some army training ground - made by the military so soldiers could practise being in some kind of trench warfare environment, and dates back to the first world war. I discover this while I am in the pit - (can't remember now if this was from some online source or a book I had found). After the war, the pit was allowed to degenerate and be used by the aforementioned animals. I look at the sides of the pit and discover that - indeed - I can see planks of wood and stones. It is man-made, I look at the edges of the sharp pieces of wood that line the walls of the pit. They look like faces. Very much like the faces of evil monsters - but creatures as drawn by children. They remind me of the Hallowe'en masks I used to make. There is some kind of accidental chair structure either in the pit with me - or just outside the webbing that covers the pit. There is also the form of a figure sitting in the chair - but this is just made from the accidental patterns of the chair - or whatever branches or leaves may be on the chair. A man walks past the pit. He looks very much like me, but this does not register in my dream. I take my camera out and begin to take a picture of the chair. In the screen of camera the figure in the chair looks very much like a figure indeed, Demonic black eyes. I am quite excited by this and set about taking more photographs. I then notice that the figure is actually rising from the chair, and is now floating in the air. I become alarmed by this. I look down at the screen of my camera and discover that it is showing a scene from elsewhere - not where I am. it shows the figure in the chair, walking with two other figures down a bleak country lane under iron-grey skies. The figures are thin, and drawn - malevolent and have that shocked look of the figure from Munch's 'The Scream'. They are walking toward me.