My dream was a little bit disjointed in that there wasn’t a solid storyline throughout. I was going uphill in the winter through the woods trying to get to this village or town. The area I was in was similar to Mt Katahdin in Maine, a beautiful place, majestic even.
A photo from my February 2011 trip to Katahdin with August and Jed (view from Hamlin Peak). I dream about this place constantly.
When I got to the village (in the basin of the picture above) there were a lot of people there going about their daily business, most of them just walking up and down little hills through the woods in the winter, much like what I had to do to get there. Then we had to buy some supplies and other services but our credit cards wouldn’t go through, they kept being denied so we didn’t quite know what to do. Someone came to help us out who resembled one of my coworkers, an old-timer skiier and local to this village, but his credit card wouldn’t work either.
