Date: 11/20/2020
By candy303
I and a bunch of other people were standing on top of a giant snow-covered rock. The rock was cylindrical, with a radius of about 20 feet, and so tall I couldn’t se the ground. There were a number of other rock pillars around us, of varying heights, but none of the others had people on them. All were covered in about 6 inches of snow. I have no idea how we got there. A boy my age on my rock (who may or may not have been Seamus) was acting really cocky, getting closer and closer to the edge while the rest of us yelled at him to stop. A girl who in the dream was his sister told us he didn’t care how much danger he was in, he just wanted to look cool. She said he used to come here to work out, and one of his favorite exercises was wall punches. I asked what that was, and he said, “I’ll show you!” He swung himself off of the rock, holding onto the edge with one hand, and started punching the wall with the other. He slipped, and I scrambled forward to catch him, but he started pulling me over the edge too, so I let go. I didn’t feel any guilt about that. A few moments later, he came flying back up and landed back on the rock.