Icy Mountain

Date: 11/25/2018

I need to go home. To get home, i have to climb a mountain. There is a path that circles around the mountain from the bottom to the top and back down again. Sort of like switchbacks. The path is very narrow, and there are no rails. The night is clear, and the moon bright. The snow and ice glitter in the moonlight. I am very afraid I will fall. Every couple feet are ropes anchored to the ground. They look more like belts though. I grab onto those, but slip every once and a while. I feel like I will slide down the mountain. I don’t. I make it to the top. I realize it is a dream. I don’t like how it feels. I wake myself up after I get myself safely to the top.