spit whirlpool
I dreamed it was my turn to go visit the spit whirlpool.
The spit whirlpool was as old as the universe and every living human had to visit it--one person at a time.
In the dream the visit was meant to be some kind of ritualistic thing. Connecting with the universe or some such thing.
I got to the edge of the spit whirlpool and it was this great gobby vortex.
I spat into the whirlpool and watched it whirling down and down and down.