I had one of the most realistic yet bizarre dreams I’ve ever had last night.
I was climbing a big wall somewhere in California during the early morning. I remember feeling the cold barren granite wall in front of me, the grand sea of rock all around. My climbing partners were Paul Wheeler and Matt Brown. Paul I see quite frequently on our visits between Portland and San Francisco. Matt I haven’t seen in a few years and now lives in Nairobi, Kenya.
Normally, my dreams dissipate by the time I wake up and I have no recollection of the nights brain driven adventures. Last night however was so real I can still remember much of it. I blame it on the hand full of GORP I ate before I headed off to bed.
I can vividly remember every move and feeling so utterly scared on that giant rocky plane. Paul and Matt led most of the climb, I followed and scurried up the wall at a snails pace. After what seemed hours and a severe ache in my fingers and forearms we arrived at the top which was a rocky pinnacle.
Rather than waking up after a fall from the cliff, which in my dream I knew was imminent, I reached the top. I felt so amazing at the point that overlooked the world. I had conquered a fear of tall heights that I still wrestle with. I used my knowledge of cam placement/ remvoal, climbing endurance and harness and sling usage to conquer something that only the devil could have created.
Then after an exhilarated rush of adrenaline came over my body, I woke up with sore arms and a thirst for more.
Have you ever had an adventure in your sleep? Email me a brief description and I’ll publish it on The Intrepid Soul.















