The oven: a dream

I am not in this dream. I am merely observing from the outside. I can sense the emotions of the men in this dream, but none of them is me.

There are three men dragging a sort of cart out from the desert towards a large steel building. The cart is something like a tricycle or a tripod with wheels. It is made of a sturdy metal with three arched legs that end in wheels. In the center of the cart is a depression filled with ashes and bits of charcoal; a heavy chain comes out of the ashes and hangs down the side.

The cart is very heavy, and does not move easily, but the men are very determined to get it to the building quickly. Something is about to happen, and they need to be ready.

Inside the building there is a large heavy iron door leading into a large chamber that takes up most of the building. The chamber is as large as perhaps a football field, with a ceiling at least forty feet high. The walls are charred concrete, and the floor is covered with mostly sand and bits of burnt debris. Something else is covering the floor in flowing lines all about. I realize that they are some sort of eggs, slightly larger than a human head. They are black and made of a soft material like reptile eggs.

The men push the cart carefully towards the center of the room. Their feeling of unease intensifies. Under the ashes in the cart, there is something alive, now sleeping, but just starting to come awake. When it is fully awake, it will be angry and hungry. They position the cart carefully in the right place. One of the men takes a quick tug on the chain, and there is a groaning sound that fills the room.

The other two men pull out machetes, and proceed to walk around, slashing at the eggs and opening them, three or four at a slice. A squealing, chittering sound issues out of the opened eggs, along with a dark purplish goo.

Satisfied that everything is in order, the men scurry out of the room and push the iron door shut, locking it in place with a large wheel.

The men wait and watch. There are thick glass windows in the wall, where they can see things beginning to stir.

From out of the opened eggs, small creatures emerge. They are humanoid in form, but are clearly not human; they actually look rather like Muppets. They let out high-pitched squeaks and seem to be exploring the room.

And then, it happens.

The thing in the cart emerges. I don’t know if I can’t see its true form, or if what I am seeing is, in fact, its true form, but all there is is a plume of fire that emerges from the ashes in the cart, arcs down to the floor, and splits into multiple smaller plumes of fire that spread about the room. There is nothing but this roaring fire pouring out, arcing and splitting over and over, chaotically filling the room. Where it hits the small creatures, they are consumed in pieces. They shriek and try to flee, but there is nowhere to go.

Eventually, the creatures are gone, and the fire disappears. There is no smoke, just charred pieces and slience.