I was on some sort of intra-USA quest
, while simultaneously evading the authorities
. I had a travelling companion
, another male, and he kept encouraging me to go farther, do more, stretch myself.
The harrowing end-part of the dream was me hanging from a high ledge of the unused balcony of the oldest continually operating bowling alley
, daylight came.
Mind, this came the very night I posted my very first writeup