so the other night...

a bunch of people (mostly strangers) were staying at our house. people sleeping on the floor all over the place. it was important that we get somewhere, though, so a few of us left while most people were asleep. we were going to take a more dangerous route through a tunnel underground (which we got to by going through the crawl space under the eaves, because naturally); a dirt tunnel which went 2 1/2 - 3 miles, which we would have to make our way through on our hands and knees because it was so low. 2 1/2 - 3 miles. on our knees. because the ceiling of the tunnel was so low. so my dad (thankfully, so thankfully, without his beard), my nieces (who eventually weren't there anymore), guy from the church i grew up at (handsome blond about 15 years older than i am who all the girls from his age down agree is woo-woo, and who in my dream was about 10 years younger than he actually is) who we'll call lewis, and i headed into the tunnel.
eventually my dad and lewis and i (sorry, nieces, you just vanished and apparently we didn't worry about it) got to a large opening. there was a high ceiling and in the middle of this large room was a rectangle, about the size and depth of a wading pool at a park. we grabbed torches off the wall and tried to figure out what this could be, to figure out if we were in danger. then lewis figured it out. we were below a pagan temple and this was an exact replica of what was above us. we were only safe as long as they weren't performing any of their rituals, which included the pool filling with water. the pool above us would flood into the one below, and there was a possibility it would fill the whole room and we would be drowned. we put the torches back quickly and started crawling again.
soon we came out onto a hill, beautifully green; and opening with woods surrounding it. it was a nature reserve, and there to the left were a gorilla and a deer, walking, almost running, alongside each other. there were other animals - i remember a fox - around us as well. i suddenly felt a little nervous, but a park ranger came and assured me and lewis (because now my dad had vanished, too) that as long as we did not approach the animals or make any quick movements we'd be fine. and from then on, i was basically afraid to move at all, not sure what counted as quick. but lewis tried to coax me along, because we had to get back to our honeymoon cottage before nightfall. 
because of course somewhere along the line we had gotten married.