Morning of September 8, 1974. Sunday.

This is my original dream journal entry name from the 1970s. I am not exactly sure why I chose that name other than "heart" being associated with blood circulation and lava representing blood in an in-dream symbolic sense. "Volcano Maze" probably would have made a little more sense, I suppose, but my "automatic" title clarified the alternate associations and overall meaning much better.

It is early morning. It is on the weekend and Steve W and Tina L and I have discovered a cave in a mountain in the middle of Highway Seventeen about four houses south of my Cubitis home. This seems a bit strange, I suppose, but the idea it is a dream never occurs. Cars will just have to drive around it somehow, I suppose, or perhaps drive through it thus far.

Over time, we wander around and discover many maze-like passageways. It turns out to be a volcano which is slowly becoming active, but volcanoes are not really full of caves and explorable tunnels in this manner - and there are even stalactites and stalagmites of glowing volcanic rock. The fire and lava exists at various locations in the "maze". There are various pools of lava of different sizes in different "rooms" almost as if it was man-made. We decide to leave, as the mazes seem to be getting bigger and the volcano seems to be growing. I find my way out first, but Steve and Tina are still somewhere in the "volcano". They do manage to escape (from the southern area) and run down the highway to where I am. When I look in their direction, I see waves of reddish and yellowish "flame" behind them, but it is more like a blur of swaying columns of color (like an effect in a movie). There is also an idea that we should go back in with cameras and make some sort of documentary, but that does not sound like a good idea.

This dream mainly represents my curiosity about the human heart and the various ways blood circulates in the body. It occurred around the same time I had drawn a complex picture of the heart and its functions. Steve W was impressed by my drawing skills (I even did poster art for his student political campaign) but Tina was not impressed and always reflected more of a dominant sarcasm towards everyone.