I dreamed today. It was about a mountain hike with my male friends. We occasionally do this sort of stuff. The leader is Przemek, the rest more or less follows, or contribute into the journey with some kind of expertise, or work.

In the dream I have felt that the road was becoming more and more vertical, it was getting more and more difficult to keep up.

Until at a point, I started slipping down. I have fallen not only to the base of mountain, but “below”. It was a strange, and very dark place. Looked like a bottom of ocean, but without a water. It was so dark I couldn’t see nearly anything.

I was unharmed. I was free. I could look around. So I did.

I found a space with some people. They were sitting in small boxes of light. They seemed quite depressed. No wonder, in such a dark place. I asked for help. Initially there was no response, but later on a woman, a find woman did answer. She left her ‘cubicle’, and invited me into her space to talk about how to exit this place.

I spoke with her, and immediately found myself at the base of the mountain. Far in the distance, on the road I found a person with many backpacks on his shoulder. One tiny tiny person was going my way. When he reached me, it turned out that it was Przemek.

When I woke up a tought occured to my mind. The place must have been ‘purgatory’.

A strange dream.