Scary Dream

Last night, I dreamed that I was in a group searching for Glenn Gould and I dreamed that every step of this journey was a fight to survive. We had to cross mountains and fields and we walked probably thousands of miles, and the worst part was that the whole way there, the rocks would join together to form giants that would then attack us. In the fields of tall grass, the grass would wrap around our ankles and we had to constantly cut it off of ourselves or be dragged down and suffocated. Most of the time our feet weren't even on the ground, we were just standing on top of the grass, and every so often it would give way and we would drop below the surface. If we walked too close to a tree it would wrap its gnarled arms around our necks and feet. Everything that could possibly come alive and attack us and try to stop us did so. You don't know how terrible grass can be until something like this happens to make you appreciate the terror of the situation. I remember how desolately gray and brown the whole landscape was. When we reached the top of one mountain, we had to climb over jagged rocks to find that there was no way down the other side. We couldn't drink the water because it would change from blue to purple and things like neatly arranged leaves and twigs would appear on the surface, and several times they talked to us. We ended up finding Glenn Gould, and it turns out he was the one causing all of our discomfort along the way, with his mind, and he was actually going with us the whole way and we didn't recognize him. The whole thing was like a mix between Lord of the Rings, an Andy Goldsworthy exhibit, and death. Don't get me wrong, I still like Glenn Gould, and I still like Andy Goldsworthy, but they definitely should not be allowed in the same dream together. My subconscious almost died last night, then where would I be?