I’m hiking up a canyon when, I come over a hill and the scenery changes to winter. Suddenly, I’m sliding down the hillside and rocket off the side of the cliff. I free fall into a bridge of ice that cracks and drops 50 feet into a vast river that is mostly covered with ice, but the center has started to melt and is flowing rapidly. I’m clinging to this ice float that was once part of the ‘bridge’ and everywhere I look, I see a hungry crocodile swimming. The river is about to divide into a series of canyons and I think I know which one to take, but steering the ice float on this raging river is almost impossible. As I pass the canyon I thought I should take, I look down it’s length and see a that it’s made up of buildings from old civilizations and I know that it can’t take me home. I realize that I’m completely disoriented as I turn back to the main river and it’s divisions. I can’t get off the float because the icy shores are all crumbling and changing. I’m trying to decide where to try to steer when I wake up with my heart racing, muscles tense and trying to catch my breath...
What are your thoughts? Advice?
