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A lucid I had a few nights back took place in the highest mountain range I had ever seen. Prefacing this, I was to attend on of Ricki Carrol's cheese making workshops, only to discover it was held not in her MA home, but in an eclectic mansion high up in these make believe Alps or something. I stood atop the highest one, looking out at layer after layer of seemingly endless stretches of mountains. Most were snow-topped, giving way to lush green valleys that led to silvery lakes and rivers, reflecting the nearly perfectly blue sky, notched with flecks of wispy clouds. I became lucid on top of that mountain, and even though I knew it was just a dream, it was almost scary being that high up! Then I said to myself, I'm really missing out on life, I need to travel more and see places like this. It was such a rich and vivid view.

Then I found Ricki and some students, and she was carrying the softest, whitest baby goat into the mansion. The second I stepped into the home I lost them, but it was ok because then I got to lose myself in the crazy labyrinth that was supossed to be her workshop. Every room was totally different, weird and artsy, and if I tried to go back to a room, it had changed. Just before I woke up, I was playing peek-a-boo with an ottoman whose fabric changed color each time I peeked around the corner. I didn't want to wake up then, I was having a blast in Ricki's funhouse.