A Hundred Years of Rain [Dream]

The sky is in that state of extended twilight you only get with heavy cloud cover - the grey has steadily darkened, but it's not dark enough yet for the sodium lights to come on and make everything that surreal shade of orange. I'm in my dream city - a gothic metropolis that combines elements of all the places I've lived as well as a few places I've only seen in this parallel life. Or in games. A lot of it looks like how I'd imagine Metropolis would look in _Kult_, only without all the aforementioned inside-out monsters, and because of the rain it feels a lot like The City in _A/State_. Huge, glittering skyscrapers of glass and steel and black marble are standing right next to disintegrating brick warehouses. The streets are a foot deep in water, and at the right angle you can see swirls of oilslick drifting across the surface.

I'm wading down an alley with six people. I don't know them, because we're all wearing helmets with mirrored faceplates and heavy rubber suits. I suspect the rain might be the reason for all the protective gear. There's nobody else outside, but I can see a few people looking out of darkened windows or moving behind lit ones. We're carrying long metal staffs with flashing lights on them. They seem to be something between a weapon and a metal detector, because the one the guy (?) at the front of the line is carrying starts strobing, and we all stop. Someone else turns on a light attached to her (?) helmet and shines it down through the water. There's a trap door in the middle of the street. It has a lock holding it in place, but when I poke at the lock with my staff it crumbles. I reach down and grab the edge of the door, but it's heavy and the hinges aren't in the best of shape. So we stand there and pound on the thing with the staffs. Each time they connect, sparks briefly flash under the greasy water.

When it finally breaks, all the water in the street rushes to fill the hole. One of the others gets swept over the edge, but the rest of us brace our feet and manage to stay upright. The person with the light cautiously looks into the hole. Apart from the guy lying at the bottom and the water we let in, the shaft is pristine - the walls are white tile and the floor of the tunnel at the bottom looks like brushed steel. It's really brightly lit, too, although the water broke all the light fixtures in the shaft itself, we can see the tunnel clearly. The guy at the bottom struggles to his feet and beckons for the rest of us to come down. There's a ladder attached to the wall opposite the broken light fixtures. So we go down.