As he walks steadily toward the base of the cliff, A man puts his tools on his belt along with his carabiners to get started. He is nervous as he begins, but the feeling goes away as he gets higher and higher up the icy cliff.
He stops for a break on a little ledge. He straps himself to a rope he cammed into the ice to hold himself from falling back. While resting, the winds pick up and he hesitates to continue but he knows he has to. He keeps climbing up the mountain. The winds get very strong and cold and there are no more ledges that he can see. He is relying on the spiked shoes he is wearing and the pick-axe he is gripping to hold him steady.
As he climbs with the cold wind, the man is thinking of giving up and stopping for the day when the piece of ice he is stepping on breaks… He slips to what appears to be his death. Suddenly, an instinct, a reflexive action of swinging his arm saves him from falling. As the pick-axe holds him steady he gets his shoes embedded in the ice as much as he can and realizes he can’t descend safely. He has to get to the top as he is halfway up the mountain now.
So as he keeps going and pushing through the harsh winds and snow, the visibility starts to get worse and he can barley see in front of him. So he just keeps going up, knowing he will eventually get to the summit, where his base is. As he climbs, a bunch of ice starts to fall from above. Massive chunks are falling so he does what he can to move, but right as he is moving to his left, a big chunk hits his arm and he drops his pick and it injures his arm. As he wedges on this block of ice, he starts to think that this was a bad idea, but he must keep moving. The ice is still falling and he is still climbing as he grabs a hold of a nice sized piece of ice. Unforgivingly, the chunk breaks as he falls with this huge piece of ice and all he can hear is the wind blowing in his ears as he plummets closer and closer to his death…
Kersplat.
He wakes up sweating in his bed, not knowing what to think, just that he might be dead. As he rubs his eyes, his dog Joey starts licking his face. He is alive… in his house… with his dog. He breathes, happy, and he can feel the adrenaline pumping as the sun starts to rise, thinking to himself "My dreams affect me more than I could imagine."
