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I am outside, by what looks like Mt. Rose with Sage’s parents. There is something about Dad, like him getting into an accident or going missing while skiing. It seems like they know something they’re not telling me. Their faces are very somber and I’m convinced they’re about to tell me he’s died. Just then, I see him walking towards us, in ski gear, down the slope. He seems nonchalant but there’s also a slight smile on his face. I feel myself begin to cry. (Though we’re at the ski resort, there is no snow on the ground - it looks like summertime).

I have killed Ryan. I’m not sure what’s happened up until this point, but we are in some house and I am on top of his prostrate body. I have a belt around his neck and tighten it as hard as I possibly can. With my other hand I fend off his initially struggling arms. There’s a brief moment of resistance that I almost think I won’t overcome, until I squeeze so hard that I hear something sickeningly break. After that moment he is limp and no more. At the same time either he or I am vomiting, watery orange and voluminous. There is now relief and dread that it is over. I think I put the body in some place or another. I’m now outside Mom’s house with Makayla. I tell her I need to tell her something and say “I killed Ryan.” Her eyes widen and there is no disbelief, just fear and, I think, panic. She asks what I’ve done with the body, and we start walking to visitor parking. There is a garbage can that I must have put it in. She mentions my fingerprints being on it. Mentally I concede, knowing it’s only a matter of time before I’m found out. Now I am walking back to the house with Mom. She seems generally happy and I worry about her reaction, both at losing him and at what I’ve done.

*Despite my feelings towards Ryan, this was a disturbing dream to relate.

Melissa’s mom has died. I think she went into the hospital for something simple and then did not make it out. Right now, I am seeing Melissa, Alex, and their dad walking along a snow covered hill. It just doesn’t look or feel right, and it is hard to fathom that this is how it’s going to look now. Now, I am in their house. Carlos is on the couch; he turns his head and I think that he looks pretty rough.

I am somewhere and by Brad Zugle (with short hair). He is saying something about my online application to BaseCamp. I do recall an image of what looks like a Facebook posting. It says something about ‘Ryan’ (it being hyperlinked), but there was no last name, so I wasn’t certain if it was about/for me. It also seems like it was a while ago. I just ask him the best way to submit it. Now I am in the climbing gym?, though it looks more like a small living room and/or Rocksport’s foyer. Brian Sweeney is here, and I talk to him about it. He just seems aloof. The team is here too. I’m doing some pull ups on the hangboard, then I have someone help me with leg throws. I end up doing more than I thought I would, pushing past the burn and really trying my hardest. I want to get back into it and back into shape starting today. I think that I’d be in the climbing gym until about 7 and then have some free time after that. I am now with the team at a park. It seems dim out. I am supposed to be watching over them. Right now, they are running around. Someone has some remote controlled object that flies around. It looks like a cup? but comes apart into many little, connected pieces and then imperceptibly back together. One of them has climbed up pretty high on a fence. I’m thinking about how I should have them come down or it could make me look bad.




I am with Sage and Guy. We’re on our phones, and there’s something about not hearing from Skye and/or her not posting anything. I am fairly certain she has died, though I don’t really want to say it. I feel a very real pang of sadness.