I dreamed last night that I hiked to the top of Mount Inerie. I know it was a dream because it's impossible for me to go up a 45° pile of loose disintegrating volcanic rocks and, once up there, it's even more impossible to go back down.
The dream was a scene where the "great mother" kept pushing me farther than I thought I could return from, I kept choosing not to safeword, the rewards came few and far between, then she flipped me around and ravaged me for a second eternity.




