Snowy mountain flight

Date: 1/14/2018

I walk into a room. It feels rather like a cave, though in some aspects it is a movie theater. In other ways, it feels like a basketball gym, though dated and run down. Most of the 20 some odd people milling around in here have a cup of tea of some sort. "What is this place?" I ask to a girl next to me. She says nothing. I ask several more people, but no one will give me an answer. They simply shrug as if they don't know. "I want out," I declare to the room. "I want to leave." "I don't think that's allowed," someone whispers to me. I shake my head, and look for exits. "No, I want to leave. Unless someone will tell me what this place is, I want to leave." There's something unsettling about this place. I feel like I've been here before, but I can't quite place it. Guards begin coming after me. I climb up railings and scale the balcony. I gather some other people along the way who also want to leave. I can't remember it all entirely, but there was something where I managed to steal a couple hundred thousand dollars from this organization that was imprisoning us, and I split it with the others trying to escape. At some point I get out, but I just end up in a bigger room, which is also sort of a gym, but has beds set up and things that suggest living spaces. There are more people here. I'm running around chaotically, my heart pounding. The guards are after me, extremely pissed now that I've outsmarted them. None of the other "prisoners" seem to notice me at all. Then I bump into someone I know. Now, I should clarify that I know absolutely nothing about The Mortal Instruments, but I know that I was supposed to be Clary, and this other guy was Alec Lightwood. (I literally know names and faces that's it, I don't even know what the books or movies are about) I quickly try to explain as we both sprint haphazardly through what seems to be a kitchen of sorts. People keep handing us pills. I look around and see the other prisoners absently taking one after another. Alex and I look at each other and simultaneously through them to the ground. We wind up by some windows, on a little ledge that is full of colorful pillows. With shaking hands we fumble to unlatch them and then slip outside as inconspicuously as possible. There is a forest of pine trees not far off, so in the cover of night we sprint, hand in hand towards it. I hear a car start up around the corner of the building, and then I see headlights roving over the trees. We dart to the side and run as fast as our legs will carry us. The car is behind us now, it's headlights bouncing over us as we sprint. We reach the forest and nimbly dodge between trees as we continue on at breakneck speeds. I feel so light on my feet. My lungs are heaving but I can maneuver the maze of trees almost effortlessly. The forest is too tight for the car to drive through, so we've bought ourselves some time. Snow begins dusting the ground as we climb higher on this mountain. I see a wire fence up ahead, and a placard reading "beware of dog". Alec is about to stop, but I tell him to follow me--to just trust me. I leap up into the air and land onto of the wooden post of the fence. I leap from one post to the next, picking my momentum back up. Alec follows. We reach the end of the fence. I grab onto Alec, holding tight with all my might, and then jump into the air. I'm flying, now. The trees clear, and we fly out the other side of the snowy mountain. There's a thick layer of it everywhere. Dawn is approaching, and we have a really stunning view of the mountains and the city off down in the valley. We talk about it and decide our best bet is to stick with the woods, as we would be much easier to find in the city. The thought keeps running through my head that we need to check for trackers. I have no idea if we've been implanted with any. Alec asks how long I'll be able to fly before I'll have to stop and recover. "36 hours," I inform him somberly. "But that should be enough time to put some good distance between them and us, and hopefully we can find a good place to lay low before then. We fly all day, trying to stay near tree lines so we can't be spotted as easily, and then it is again night. It's snowy, and quite cold. I fly down closer to the ground, though we're still near the top of a mountain, but don't quite land. I don't want to leave tracks. There are a few cabins up ahead--vacation homes we gather. I'm feeling so tired, I tell Alec we really have to take a break, just for the night. We decide to choose a cabin that is dark, and hope that it's unoccupied. The next thing I remember, we are inside, on a couch, across from a rather heavy man. He owns the cabin, but he's promised to keep our presence a secret. Then, I catch him secretly dialing a phone and I yell at Alec that he's betraying us. We tackle the guy, but he assures us he really isn't trying to hand us over. "Yeah, so who were you calling?" I demand. "There's a back closet. You can hide there. I'm only going to call to say I say the two of you but that you'd continued on. It will get them off your trail." I don't feel comfortable with the situation, but I can hear the men outside. We don't have any other options. I end up curled up with Alec in a small space, hoping desperately that they won't look for us. My limbs feel so heavy from all the exertion of flying. I just want to sleep, and cry, and I'm starving. Alec brushes the hair from my face and assures me we will be all right. I don't quite believe him. Then I hear the men stomping through the house. Either the man had indeed betrayed us, or they hadn't bought his story. Again, Alec and I are on a search to find a way out. Somehow we do, and the cold mountain air is a harsh transition from the warm cabin. There's not much else we can do. I grab onto Alec as before and run and jump until I'm flying again. I'm so tired, but at his point it's life or death. I don't know how long I fly, but eventually it shifts to us sitting together in the snow, huddled together for warmth. I keep drifting out of consciousness and seeing flashbacks of my earlier life. A graduation ceremony of some sort. My sisters, my classmates, receiving a symbolic weapon in the woods during some ceremony. I'm shivering in the cold. Alec is too, but he's trying to hide it. He pulls me closer, rubbing my arms for warmth. "You know," I say, "when I first met you I was really disappointed when your nickname wasn't Silvery Lightning, because I thought it seemed like it fit with your name." (I often referred to him by some form of "Silvery" during the dream which I guess was his nickname I haven't a clue why) Alec and I reminisce on old times, though I'm fairly certain my words aren't very coherent. Finally, he starts a little magic fire that glows magenta, and then warm amber. "They're going to see the smoke," I say, fighting to keep my eyes open. "We're going to freeze," he says through chattering teeth. We both know, they're going to find us regardless. "I'm sorry. I wish I could fly us further. I tried, I really did." "I know you did. It isn't your fault. You did the best you could." He presses his forehead to mine. I can't stop the soft tears from trickling over my cheeks. There isn't any hope for us now. I couldn't fly us far enough. They'll find us on this mountain and they'll kill us for trying to run away. That, or our memories will be wiped again and bad to imprisonment. I don't see a difference. Gently, I lean over to place a kiss on his lips. Another tear falls down my face, and then I slip away, too tired to stay conscious a moment longer.

AI generated interpretation This dream is a reflection of your feelings and concerns in life. The snow and mountain setting could symbolize the difficulty of your journey and the struggle you are facing in life. The fact that you were able to fly could represent a sense of freedom and a desire to escape from your difficult situation. You can also see the development of a strong relationship with the other person in the dream, symbolizing a need for support in the face of your struggles. The fear of being caught and the desperate desire to escape reflect your inner fear of being overwhelmed and overwhelmed by your current situation. Finally, the end of the dream points to a hopeful outcome, with the possibility of a new beginning and a resolution to your struggles.