A lock gate swinging over a wide section of canal. The lock gate does not seem attached to a lock but to a kind of culvert in the canal embankment. The water lazily drifts towards the opening and is then sucked into some kind of subterranean water working.
This does not feel like me in the dream, more that I am inhabiting someone else's memories. Possibly someone's childhood memories? I am fascinated by standing - I think - on the lock gate, near the culvert, because it 'brings me closer to another world' - to that mysterious world of the hidden underground water working. Am I standing on a small 'island' of earth? I throw things (leaves?) into the water and watch them get sucked towards the culvert. This fascinates me. I see in the water beyond the remains of a Christmas tree. Stretching towards it on the surface of the water is some kind of industrial device 'get that medical instrument's someone says from the bank .
I go to reach for this instrument. I remember the Christmas Tree moving in the dark currents. A slow shift away. Then - danger! - the lock gate swings over the water. My balance is precarious and uncertain. I am afraid of falling into the water.
The lock gate swings back to shore. I am safe again, or rather my attention is diverted to the distance - another lock gate further down stream? The lock gate has caused some kind of huge surge of water. I watch the boats near this other lock gate bob and surge in the sudden swell of water
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