I’m at the foot of the mountain. It’s not a normal mountain with jagged edges with trees and rocks, no…this is a phallic mountain. This mountain is smooth and nearly impossible to get to the top, but I must do it. I have to get away from whoever’s chasing me. I do not know who is chasing me because he keeps morphing into other another man – some are familiar, I recognize my older cousin, however some are guys I barely know – the guy who whistled at me when I walked into the gas station, but the others are strangers. Scary strangers…with mustaches. I’m having another nightmare. I know I’m dreaming but I can’t wake up. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I’m completely silenced. I’m at the stage in my dream where I have no control over the plot.
I keep running. What is that noise? Clip, clop, clip, clop? It sounds like a two legged horse! I look down…it’s me! Why am I wearing these ridiculous stilettos? They’re not negatively affecting my running, I’m fast, however they’re giving away my location. I kick them off and continue running. I’m running in circles on the path of this mountain.
My perspective changes. I’m not me anymore. I see me running in circles around this mountain. It could be a nice break, but I get more panicky. I just see myself running seemingly aimlessly around this pinkish mountain! He’s starting to gain on me. I start to sweat.
Ok good, I’m me again. Almost to the top. I keep running, I can’t see him anymore. Something starts to shake. I start to shake. It’s not a mountain after all, it’s a volcano! I’m eight inches from the top. The shaking gets more intense. I lose my footing, and I’m falling. Right before I get to the ground…I wake up. It’s over.