Last night 12/14/2017, I was back to dreaming after a night or two absence. This one was probably typical in that it had to do with fear of falling. Most of what I can remember had to do with riding with someone up this huge hill or mountain that really didn't have a road or a very clear path.
Most of the topography was mostly chip rock or loose dirt and it seemed we were constantly siding downward. When reaching the top of a ridge or peak, we were always fearful as to what lay over the top. And, with the steep downward slope, it was scary that we would lose control and roll out of control! Good news--I awoke to live another day!
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