In a recent dream I was seated next to a simple oak table, dimly lit by white light travelling through curtains covered with intricate patterns and seemed like threaded silk, fluttering inwards because of some soft winds (I couldn't make out exactly what was outside, something like very detailed marble/limestone buildings) and the rest of the room was pitch-dark as far as I knew. On the middle of the table there was a beautiful glass bowl, with complicated edges and cuts, and in it was a slice of melon. A good portion of the melon was beginning to rot, a better word to describe it would be 'deteriorating,' one side lush and green with blends of color and moisture that was cold, the other slightly shrivelled and darkening in color. The glass bowl was lit beautifully by what light was in the room, and beside the table, opposite to me, was seated a very shady figure. I'm not going to assume that it's a stereotypical symbol of evil, like a hooded witch or old woman, but her (I know it's a her for some reason) presence made me incredibly uneasy. I was polite and decided to just admire what was left of the contents of the bowl with her. There was no speech, no sound, no taste nor feeling throughout the entirety of the dream. I've yet to figure out what it might mean.
