Dreams

I should start a journal of my dreams maybe then I'd figure out what my subconscious is telling me to do with my life. Anyway, I set out early in the morning on this pilgrimage to climb this amazingly (taller than the world trade centers were) tree. Maybe it's a metaphor or something but I kept climbing and climbing without looking down. When I was ten feet away from the top the bark started to feel soft and I couldn't find a place to reach up and put my hand. I'm not sure how I ever planned to get down off of this thing. I just kept thinking over and over in my head "I'm going to go..splat. I'm going to go splat.." I apparently forgot that I was wearing some sort of harness and a friend with an Australian accent rappelled me down. I think the setting may have been a forest in northern Australia where I did this amazing zip line off a cliff. Except with Sequoia trees that are even bigger than Sequoia trees.