Mountain Top

Date: 10/26/2019

It was either dawn or dusk, and I’m at the top of a mountain, that is terraced like Macau Piccu (but less of it). I am with BL. We are talking about music, guitar stuff, of course. It was not scary, even if I was near the edge. A few times it was narrow and BL went ahead of me, then waited patiently for me to catch up to where he was before continuing walking or talking more. The path is mostly level, but we are headed down the mountain. I hear music (I left it playing when I fell asleep - quiet music, but the music goes to something much louder, and it startled me awake, but whenever I close my eyes, the dream resumes, kind of like being between two dimensions ... weird). I feel my heart racing and suddenly worried that I jumped too much too close to the edge. BL looks at me with concern. Notes it’s just the music outside of the dream world. I am calmer after that, and glad he pointed it out. I see that it’s a dream world we are in. I tell him I’ll see him some other time. I wake up fully.