Travel and Canyon Viewing

Date: 3/19/2024

I'm forgetting this one a lot as my day goes on but I want to record some of it. There was a part where we are in a large country home getting ready to leave for a trip. We are getting ready, it is a bit disorganized. My dad, Sylvia, Luc and Izel are there. It's like the plane we are taking is right out in the yard. I was holding a yellow hair clip in my hand as I walked across the grass to the plane, I thought I dropped it and looked down in the grass and a very similar yellow hair clip was balanced on a piece of grass but I hadn't dropped the original clip. There was rushing and packing bags and making sure I had the right shoes. This house was definitely similar to ones I had been in in my childhood, an old Nova Scotian home, with older furniture. In one part me and my dad are on the covered porch and it feels like summer, I wonder if we are in a different country but then I lucidly reinforce to myself that it does get warm in Nova Scotia, it's just still winter in my waking life. This is the second or third dream I have had about travel with my father. In the next scene we are driving up the side of a mountain to a place with expensive tiny homes. It's on top of a mountain but like those mountains that are really tall with the flat tops. There is a loop with small houses around that are all different but relatively the same size. It seemed to be a kind of tourist attraction. I was there with the same people; dad, Sylvia, Luc and Izel and now Holly, our dog. The sun was shining and there were many people around. I could see over to another mountain where a truck was aggressively driving up to check out the view. I was very aware of the sheer drop all around us. It was steep and high up and felt a little unnerving. I asked someone if they could get a picture of me with Holly and the background. Suddenly it's a red haired man with a really good camera and he's going to set it up properly. As I follow him up a steep hill, past the people and to a better spot, a man drops something and it rolls rapidly down the hill, presumably to never be seen again. His friend catches the thing at the bottom of the hill and I wonder if I am more anxious about the heights than the average person here. The photographer has me sit on a piece of camera equipment for the photo but it is extremely unstable and I don't want to ruin it. I sit on it anyways and he takes the picture. I walk back to my family.