The second coming

I dream that I am going into someone else's dream. There is a large roaring lion whose face takes up all the space there. I get right up in the lion's face and tell the dreamer to let it go.

I walk away and discover I am encased head to foot in a hard crusty rock type substance. It totally encompasses me, leaving no breathing holes, or eye holes, or any openings at all, but I am not afraid. I have no feelings at all. I just crack it open to discover there is another layer inside that looks exactly the same. When I crack that open, I step out.

I feel as if I have emerged from a chrysalis and yet I look the same.

It seems the changes are all on the inside.