It was all about Loch Ness. Some kind of ultra high-tech exploratory team had arrived on the Loch to find the monster once and for all. There was a movie about it; it had Ewan MacGregor and someone else (not Sean Connery, that I can remember) acting in it. The second actor was old and wise, telling Ewan (who was really excited by all this high-tech stuff) that it was all silly-- not that the monster wasn't real, but that high-tech wouldn't do any good. "This water is 40 million years old," he said. "Nothing's in it now that wasn't in it then. If they want to find their monster, they'll have to finally enter... the swamp."
Loch Ness had a swamp, see. A foul, evil place that even in this day and age had never been thoroughly searched. It was a remote, inaccessible domain spoken of in the same tone as the peak of Everest, the depths of the Congo, or the origin of the Nile. I saw it from the ground once in the dream, and it was the baddest bush I've ever seen. I would not have entered it for any sum of money, I think.
I saw the Loch from the air, as well-- from a mountaintop, specifically. I was up at about 12,000 feet on a mountain right next to the Loch, looking down at all the resorts and towns and castles around the entire Loch. Again, in the dream, the Loch was not shaped like the incredibly long, thin ribbon it really is; it was shaped like a lamb chop, and I could see the whole expanse-- the castle where the "surgeon" photo was taken, the road where many people have reported seeing the creature ashore, and the swamp-- less frightening from up high, but one could more clearly see its foul expanse.
I combed the loch with binoculars from my elevated position, but I saw nothing. "I need to take a vacation from work," I thought, "and spend the whole time sitting up here, watching." Then I started to pack up to return to sea level. Just then I noticed a ripple down in the Loch. Snatching up my binocs, I zoomed in on it-- and saw, bright and clear, the smooth, wide back of some kind of enormous amphibious reptilian creature. Its flesh was newt-like, grey with dull reddish-pink striping, and its spine was extremely apparent. It rolled under with slow grace and disappeared from the surface within a couple of seconds.
But I had seen it. I headed down to sea level, whistling as I passed the survey team's station, and said nothing to anyone of what I had witnessed.