Dreamt of bridges, sorta, that you had to climb down to. Outstuck rocks, that made foot/hand holds to climb down to varying levels of the stone bridges. Now I'm terrified of heights, and these things were like miles high. I never ventrured to the edge, but the fact I even climbd down was a feat in and of itself. Not sheer straight down, but slight angle, but still sheer enough when you are petrified!!   The river ran miles below this overhang of a thing. LOL there wa one part of this 'bridge' that was a bridge, but it was on a springs set up, so it weeble wobbled back and forth. I remember even walking/looking under it and seeing the huge wooden and spring thing that gave it it's spring.

People building gorgeous pathways, with trenches dug into them, that they inset picnic tables down into, so you had to climb down into them, to enjoy lunch. Other trenches just had the same type inset rocks to climb down one side, and back up the other.

'Lost' cemetaries. Hidden away, but not totally forgotten. One actually changed from lost, to over run with people remembering. Even my Momma was there. I NEVER dream of her!!! Small, with only a dozen or so graves, each of them, and I bet I passed by in my wanderings at least ten of them, but only this last one ended up feeling more like Mardi Gras.

So we got a 'climbing down' pattern. Rocks. Lost cemetaries. Headstones. And my Momma.

Wow!  Novia, you should be worn out after all of that.   :|   I, for one, want to hear what those who interpret have to say.  

You and me, too!!!!

LOL funny thing is, when I woke up, I was full of vim and vinegar!!!