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 in Pennsylvania.

Finally, daylight came.

Mind, this came the very night I posted my very first writeup. Fascinating.