I dreamt all night and it was quite a strange one last night. The first part that I remember was walking out of this cave on a mountain top. Everyone else was inside, yet I wanted to leave and try to get down the mountain. It wasn't as if I was trying to leave them or escape. It was just that I wanted to get down the mountain. The view was magnificent, late afternoon, the sky an hour or two before dusk, where it is that golden hue. The light shone on the land so beautifully over the rolling land away from the mountain. Maybe that was what I wanted, I don't know since usually rationality is not part of a dream.
This mountain was very steep and you needed to scale down it; so I started to scale down. As I got about 10 feet down from the enterance of the cave all the ledges that I could reach for were flooded with water. I became a little afraid that I would slip and fall to my death. I looked up and my Dad was there asking what I was doing? I said that I would be coming back up, I couldn't get any further because of the water. And then I rejoined the group.
Night fell and we all decided to leave the mountain. However again about ten feet down it was all slippery and wet. And since night had fell it began to get very cold. Ice and snow started to accumulate. For some reason we knew that there would be a ski-lift that would bring us back down the mountain.
We waited there in the cold and finally after what seemed like 15 minutes it came and only half of the large group of us could get on. All the girls got on and the boys would wait for it to come back. It seemed like forever going down the hill on the shaky lift. It was so dark out side and all that you could see was deep blues, greens and purples. We reached the bottom of the hill and there was a doorway and then a path that led to waterside. I was waiting for a person in my dream that I guess was a representation of my husband, yet it was no one I had ever seen before. All the guys came sliding down the mountain on sleds saying that they couldn't wait anymore because the lift had stopped or decided to pick up another group. And the weather kept getting colder. The man I loved started walking toward the path. And I ran barefoot in the snow after him. Everyone else was asking why I was going that way when we needed to go the other way. I ignored them and kept running through the ice barefoot and I lost him. My feet were in the icy water's edge.
Then I woke up.
