I dreamt once I was climbing a high wall of ice. It was an arduous climb from the bottom. At one point, I was so tired it was so easy to let go of the icepick and fall over the cliff, but for some reason I held on. When I finally reached the top, I wanted to lie down for while savoring my victory over death. It was a blissful awareness of being alive. Even with the paralyzing cold, the sense of fearlessness began to set in. The feeling that I can conquer anything from then on. The feeling of freedom...
