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Me and my masculine self as my own spirit guide on the adventure of a lifetime.  Dream #2 11/8/26

A concoction of intense mountain ranges jolted out of a frozen sea. So it seemed, I had undertaken this peculiar adventure because of a strong man whom I admired greatly. Dark broad eyes and mouth were set on a stern and loving face. We set sail to the mountain islands with several people. It didn’t take long before we were greeted by an abrupt snow covered slope inviting us upwards. I floated into my skies and skins. The mountain’s initial accent was steep enough to suppress the mystery of mountain faces that lay beyond. A deep presence of fear this adventure would churn dangled near the sharp edge, so I kept my head down and tuned in to the calm, strong stranger behind me. I trusted his presence enough to keep going. Most importantly, I was fearless. Fear was not far though.  Digging is as much as I could as not to slide backwards or over the edge. I consciously avoided it (the edge) at all costs. I thought it was a joke as the steep slope flattened and there in the distance was an enormous alligator mouth with a pink tongue lounging out of its tall open jaws. The tongue acted as a magic carpet pulling us along the now extremely flattened landscape to the next stage of our journey. 

A small bush plane posed as the next step into the deep rugged mountains–snow capped and bitter cold. Our sturdy souls were hoisted aboard. An escape, true freedom.  The quiet engine matched the solitude then propelled us low and slow across the alien landscape. Carefully, the plane soared closely to the blue glacial terrain. Suddenly, the ice turned to piping hot water with yellow vapor combined with a very thin steaming essence.  We  passed over the hot spring’s warmth. A staircase leading into the springs capped the length of the balmy dream. It was inviting, but our focus glided along with the airplane. We couldn’t have stopped in time to enjoy it and didn’t want to.  As we came close to the village in the mountain, we were instructed in a pithy manner to gather our individual bundles of equipment and drop them out of the low flying carrier. Then, we would toss our bundled selves out to the plane while the pilot slowed and lowered the craft. I glanced at the cockpit, the attitude remained level and the altimeter read 13,780. We traveled at just a few knots. 

The wind was out of breath. We were protected from the cold with an insulated jacket, pants, boots, and gloves. There was no time to think. Something godlike pressed pause on time. The rest of the crew and I took advantage of this moment in time to fall a few feet below. Experienced crew members landed on their feet. I left my bravery behind and belly flopped into the icy village. Besides the adrenaline of jumping out of a plane, I had only felt the vague impact through my thick puffy jacket. I remember thinking, “This is the best adventure I have ever had”. The warmth of shock from jumping out of a plane on my greatest adventure thoroughly traveled into my heart. All this power gathered on my face and the widest grin I’ve ever encountered made its way across my face. I caught a glance from the large man I admired. My smile crafted his eyes to glitter. Without saying anything, I knew he recalled his first time too. I trudged back, gathered my bundle, and tossed everything into the back of the snow cat waiting for us. I remained in the cat slipping my shoes off and sipping on a hot cup of coffee with honey and fresh pastries while my fellow adventurers were out climbing frigid crags and peaks. My skills ended here, but I was able to admire my newly acquainted comrades from the cat. I was also able to take in the immense secretive scenery I had been blessed to make it to.  It was almost too intimidating to look at the vast faraway peaks. I hadn't felt fear until now for some reason. It took all my bravery to face these peaks alone in the cat. I was enamored, terrified, and NEVER EVER wanted to turn back.