Paul and I are up high on a mountain. We look down and see three distinct layers that are cut away on the right from the mountain. They each have a different color-deep purple, browns, etc. A woman hears me say something “holy” /something to do with the sun. (I can’t remember what it is). She asks me where I know that. I say I read it this morning. It is from Sheila Asato’s Japanese, Zen teacher.
Paul and I are now at the bottom of the mountain. (can’t remember how we got there). It is snowing and is quite beautiful. I say to Paul let’s go back to the top of the mountain. He says, no, it is not a good idea because of the snow.
Second dream, but I had it right after the first dream. Kelsi and I are walking in this field at night. Kelsi sees something that looks like a snake, gets nervous and then we realize it is a piece of paper. Now there are lots of real snakes. It is fairly tall grass. There is a large one that goes right in front of us that is eating another snake. It moves in front of us from right to left. We gingerly walk through the field to the road. We had been with Paul, but he walked to the road a different way. He then comes up from behind and joins us.