I have had several dreams similar to what I am posting.

I've been a caver in Florida for about 13 years, since I was about 6; and have been to a lot of caves. Never been afraid before this to go in one.

When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I started having this reoccurring dream. I would have it at least twice a year, always the same even though I would realize I was dreaming after the first few iterations.

I would fall asleep and dream of being in a cave and going into this little hole in the bottom. Inside I would see a 10-15 foot long corridor about 2-4 feet high. At the end it would always turn left, and I always saw a bent red stop sign at the end, like someone ripped off the top 2 feet and tossed it in. But I would always follow the corridor.

I would turn and walk past the sign despite being scared, despite many times knowing what was there, and the corridor would start descending, quickly opening up into a large vertical chamber with the path leading down in a corkscrew. Everything became blurry at this point, but it was always the same.

I saw trash scattered on the walls.

I saw the pit leading down to a curved floor.

I saw things, undefined...animals or people or something else at the bottom.

And I saw my family, each with one of the things, being tortured and killed. Every time. And I could never do anything.

After I saw that, I would be stuck for a few seconds until I felt more than saw everything turn and look at me. And I would wake up. Not like a normal dream where you just drift to consciousness or a nightmare where you bolt up in fear, but like something pushed me out. Like I wasn't supposed to be there.

So I have this dream multiple times a year until I turned fifteen. I did tell a friend about the dream before what happens next. My father decided to take us to some caves we never had been before. One of which was Dog Drop. It was likely named so because someone either threw there pet in there or a coyote fell in and the body was later discovered.

Dogdrop had a roughly 30 foot rappel straight down to enter. I went down with my brother while my father waited up at the top. There was a hole in the ground. I started to feel uneasy though I didn't know why. So I followed my brother into the hole. I felt worse as I moved down.

And when I looked up I saw the same corridor, the same turn, the same wall, the same bottles at the corner. And I instantly was hit with this overwhelming sense of nausea and fear and being watched and everything was screaming at me to leave.

I froze and must have made some noise because my brother turned around and asked what was wrong. I managed to say I wanted to leave now and climbed out as quickly as I could, followed immediately by my brother.

We packed up and left, never have gone back and never will. Haven't told anyone what actually happened, just said I wasn't feeling well, and they forgot pretty quickly.

The thing that really makes it creepy for me is I have never had the dream again. Year after year I would have it consistently, but it just stopped after that. But I still remember it all.

And I still feel afraid, almost an external fear, when I think of it.

(Previous edit for safety)

I saw some people talking about looking up the cave/visiting. Just want to say, NEVER go caving, especially in an unfamiliar place, without a guide who belongs to a local group. If you belong to another group but have never been in the area, it's best to talk to a local one before leaving, caving is dangerous and people die. Don't be arrogant and try and rappel on a garden hose (yes someone did that yes they died).

The local grotto you can check out is called the Tampa Bay Area Grotto, and yes the initials are TBAG.

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