Dream Journal

The Lost Hiker★★★
Spring Break, 1997

I’m at these snowy slopes with friends. There’s a report that someone unstable is naked and lost, so we go out searching. I go my own way, along paths at the bottom of a cliff and across floating ice. Eventually I see Gerald, half-buried in mud. I ask if he’s the one who was lost, but it’s not him. Then this girl walks by with a downtrodden person. “Ah, she found him,” I think.

Dream Events: Events like this reveal that I’m not always the main character in my dreams, nor the most important. Other people start things which I may or may not hear about, and sometimes the mystery is solved or dispute ended without my intervention.

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