over the edge

last night dreamed this: i was scampering along a path. yes, i know scampering is a goofy word, but that best describes what i was doing. i was scampering- not running. not walking. not hopping. scampering.

so i'm scampering along this path and on the edges of the path, there is foliage. flowers, shrubs, etc. mixed in with rocks. and i'm happy.

i'm just scampering for no reason what-so-ever, down this path. happy.

then i become aware of my view to my right. it's a breath-taking sight across a canyon and down to a clear blue/white stream. and a mountain on the other side.

and just when i realize that i'm very close to the edge of the path- and that this edge drops down into this canyon- the ground breaks under my right foot.

and that's when i wake up. when i'm struggling to grasp something or regain my balance. on the crumbling ground. and there is that horrible fear that i'm going to fall.

and i wake up.

and i think "wow, i'm glad that wasn't true."