Some time ago, someone suggested we write about dreams.  I do so periodically.  My dreams used to be in black-and-while but now I often dream in vivid colors.  I guess the technology has been improved!

A few nights ago, I had an interesting dream.  My wife and I were driving with some friends and trying to find a house on a map.  I had drawn the map by hand from someone's description.  The road came to an unmapped fork and we had to decide which way to go.  I didn't know what to do, so I chose a third direction, as indicated on my hand-drawn map, following an old and unmapped road that followed a creek. Other cars had used the creek; I could see their tire tracks.  The road became a little rough, but the car had a high body (high off the ground) and we did ok.  But soon there were no other tire tracks and we were simply  driving up a fairly dry streambed on flat limestone like I see sometimes in Arkansas streams.  Eventually, the road become too rough as it was only a stream and we pulled the car off to the side. I decided we should turn around and go back but looked over a slope and saw the road led to an impassable waterfall.

Me and another guy climbed down the bank into the stream and I instantly realized this was a mistake.  The back was too steep to climb back up.  Usually that happens the other way around; you climb up, the mountain gets too steep to go up, and it is easier to go up than down making going down difficult.  The stream in this section became a small river, too fast and deep to swim above the waterfall, so I could not simply walk back up the creekbed.  The stream bank was a steep and slick rock wall, too difficult to climb.

I looked up stream just as a huge block of rock fell into the streambed by gravity and started sliding down toward me in a life-threatening way.  It was the size of half a bus!  However, as it slid toward me, it shrank in size, magically, to the size of a small car.  Even then, I was able to reach out with my hand and stop it.  The dream ended.

One difference about this dream?  The brakes in the car worked!  Usually, the brakes don't work, as happened the next night in the next dream.  I have taken that as a symbol that I live a reckless life and my brakes don't work in real life! I have too much fun and don't repair them.