I am in my bedroom, lying on my bed. I'm looking at my shelf, and notice that there are two books on Atlantis. They seem to have been there for a while. One is quite thick, and colourful. Its called 'Book of Atlantis'. I pick it up, thinking that it is probably aimed at the children's market, and am a bit unsure whether I will find anything relevant in it.

I open up to a page, about three quarters of the way through. It tells me the story of another man's travels there. He has a name, I would be unlikely to hear these days. It gives me the feeling the story comes from at least 50 years back, possibly more. It describes a specific place he visits in South America (in dreams, I think). I think he discovers something underground. I see a series of beautiful pictures, drawn in colours beyond anything we can see in the everyday world. Somehow more luminous, and perhaps of a higher frequency. The pictures are connected by a story line, and each depicts a beautiful land, from a birds eye view.

I see people scattered around the landscape, lovely arrangements of lakes and walkways. In the final picture, I see powerful magician men and women - the inhabitants of the land. However somebody/something comes along, and causes some type of destruction (an earthquake?) I see people disappearing or leaving.