This time I was in the mountains of Colorado, surrounded by what looked like my camping gear. Man, I missed camping. Nothing made me feel more at peace with the world than when I was out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees and innocuous wild-life. I hadn't been camping in years. I could smell the wood smoke from the fire and I inhaled deeply savoring the hint of aspen at the back of my tongue. When I was no longer afraid for my life, I was going to take Dylan up into the Flat Tops near Meeker. It didn't get much more isolated or beautiful than that. I wandered down a path to a stream I could hear bubbling - brushing my hands through branches, releasing all manner of small animals and bugs – creating a cacophony of sounds. I had no idea where this was, which was odd. You would think since it was my dream I would have a memory of having been here before. But I didn't. "You're in my reality," Hypnos said from beyond the trees. "I thought I put you on the do not call list," I said, angry that this was happening again.
