It started with a band concert. I had brought two pairs of glasses, but one of them was accidentally sunglasses, and the other didn't correct my vision enough. Everything was blurry. I was sitting in my chair restlessly, and talking to my friend Laura. She had her flute put together already, but I didn't know where mine was, and I couldn't see well enough to look for it.

Then we were in a classroom. Several of the people were from real life, several were not. The teacher was reading personality profiles for each of us. Then she would pass them back, and someone other than the person profiled would keep them for sentimental value. My friend Rachel's got back to me, with the corner torn off. I gave it to the cute guy sitting next to me, because he really cared about Rachel, and he matched up the torn edges. It was written in purple in Rachel's handwriting. When class finished, I met Rachel at the front of the classroom and offered to let her read mine if she wanted to. I reached into my back pocket, but instead of the single sheet of notebook paper I expected, it was a whole bundle of papers. When I unfolded it, it turned out to be the information about Rachel torn from a book. I felt like I looked like a stalker.

We were on a mountain. All of the girls went to their cabin, but some of us decided to run up a boardwalk that led up the mountain. It ended in a maze, and I ran through it quickly thinking that I could remember where I was going. I ended up separated from the group, and I was trying to get back. Everything was sand and water, although I was aware I was still on top of the mountain. I was running along a boardwalk that was a sheer drop to water on one side, and at water level on the other. I tried to run where if I fell it would be in the level water.

Eventually I was trying to climb a wall of sand. There were shrubs and junk piled up against the wall that I was climbing. I would climb a few feet, go horizontally for a little ways, and then climb again. The sand threatened to crumble and the junk threatened to slide. Some of it did. Then, I tried to climb up a derelict Bronco II and knocked down a huge pile of junk, including two vehicles. It knocked me back towards the water and the junk was falling over me. I was trying to calculate when the back of my head would hit the water, thinking that if I blew upward through the water that none of the junk could land directly on me.

I do not know how I escaped my predicament, but I was running along the sandy wall again. I came agross something like a miniature reptilian rhinoceros and scared it off by yelling. I kept running. Finally, I met some girls from the lodge, but just before we turned back down the mountain, one of them tried to pet a little winged cat. I told her not to, and she did anyway, and it bit her and killed her. We tried to run but the winged kitten kept up with us. We were still trying to evade it, now running down a boardwalk between trees, when I woke up.

Usually, I can interpret my dreams pretty well. I think the gist of this one is, I don't know whether I'm going up or down.