Another dream I had last night had me going on a mountain path. . .
I was in a ’60’s model convertible car, couldn’t tell what kind really. I was driving towards a mountain that sat enormous, its very presence demanding attention. It seemed it would take all day to reach its slopes, but then at last my car’s nose began to point higher as I began to climb the mountain road.
The road itself seemed to impersonally cut right through a lush green forest, the thick old trees hugging it’s curves dangerously. At a few points, the foliage blotted out the sun, denying anyone or anything a single ray. My old car groaned as it navigated the sharp curves, protesting against any further progression onto this mountain, yet my foot remained steady on the gas pedal.
The wonderful sights and smells of the forest invaded my senses. Tree bark and moss gave an earthly, almost intoxicating feeling. Mother Earth had freshened herself up just for me, for my journey higher upon her ample bosom. At times the trees would open for a view of a glade that ran down the slopes. And it was not until I saw perhaps the third or fourth field of high grass, that I began to see the animals.
Of every species known to man, animals were leaving the heights of the mountain. I had to slow down, lest I began to strike the creatures with my car. Hundreds of snakes slithered across the road from deep within the forest. Maneuvering the heavy car around their serpentine bodies, I saw many other animals. At first I thought I should be afraid of them, but they were interested only in going down the mountain. Indeed, the most dangerous of creatures came and went. Lions and bobcats and wolves. The majestic wings of a few eagles swooped overhead even, gliding down with the wind. My car was moving at at a crawl now, as I wondered why I hadn’t seen any other humans on this curving pass.
As I climbed higher, I could start speeding up again, as fewer animals began to appear. Eventually, there were none to be seen among the green wall I was driving by. This made me wonder why all these animals had fled the mountain. What ghastly presence exists to cause everything to flee. I began to have my doubts of continuing further with my journey, but for reasons I did not know, I pushed on.
A small ray of light glinted on something metallic near the edge of the road and I immediately slowed to a stop. Among all the green and browns of the forest, this was an unusual object, I had to investigate. I wearily stepped out of my car and as I edged closer, I saw that it was a bicycle, abandoned by it’s owner. It’s frame was grotesquely twisted out of context, as if it’s rider had been in a horrible collision with a vehicle. I shuddered as I thought of the fate of the bicyclist and I turned to go back to my car. And as this was a dream, my car was gone. I turned around again and the bicycle was gone as well. I was completely and utterly alone on this winding mountain pass that seemed to stretch on forever.
And it was then, that I awoke, ripped from the dreamland to once again return to reality.
So what did this dream mean exactly? Why were all those animals fleeing the mountain? The mangled bicycle? So many questions.
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