This was a dream in which I entered a massive underground cave. Daylight crept in from various openings. I met an old woman dressed in grey. She showed me a place where there were ghost aeroplanes. They were all from the 2nd World War and had been shot down. It was a creepy sight seeing them hanging motionless in the still cave air. I wondered who or what was inside them.
It felt like every action has a result, not always obvious. But somewhere exists where these results can be seen and felt by someone.
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