I don't recall the context but w some sense of urgency i am standing in a weird dreamscape at night. Structures like little Greek architecture shrines dot the landscape and they are sinking into the ground. I feel compelled to preserve them. Same time the ground is shaking from upward force underneath it. I heard and felt banging from under ground and understood it as the dead fighting toward the surface. So I'm scrambling to preserve the sinking structures. I roll a small boulder alongside one and its overhanging roof frame catches to the stone and it stops sinking. I think "alright that might work" and all these people of whom I'm suddenly aware are cheering and hopeful and move to copy w th other structures as they sink into the ground. The support stone however cracks to rubble and evaporates and down goes the structure. I feel a sinking loss of hope as i accept that nothing can fight the gravity. Then i think "i will smash the barrier," and realize the ground can be shattered and the dead will lift the structures on their way up. Sp i start leaping and stomping and moshing and running into everyone, trying to get them to do the same, so we can shatter the ground. Im yelling in Italian as i do it.