Mount Olympus

Date: 7/3/2021

I'm outside hiking. It's like woods and tundra. There are these two white guys who are also hiking. One of the white guys shoots himself in the face. He doesn't look too disfigured. I scream. He asks me to accompany him to Mount Olympus because that's where he's meant to be. I'm reluctant but I go. We have a nice conversation. I'm scared because I know he's going to die. I want to get him help but he doesn't want it. When we get to Mount Olympus, it's actually a hippie trailer park. Each trailer is colorful and has a sign. We pass by a green one that says something about living and dying. I cry more. He lays down and thanks me for accompanying him on this trip. I cry.