About that dream..

Amongst some other fairly odd things, i.e. a candy green Caddy, Danny Masterson and that rugby player from New Zealand, I dreamt that I was climbing up a wall next to Krooks with my friend Reiko. It had kind of steps, like a strange ladder, but when the steps ended there was nothing to pull ourselves up by nor could we climb down anymore. Trapped. We were hanging there awhile, strangely not growing tired.
The Elo appeared from nowhere. (I used to go to school with her. We had our moments but our ways have parted since.) She was saying something about letting my mind go free and not fearing and thinking of how I would get out of my trap if I had the strenght required and then I closed my eyes. And a wave of exhilaration cast over me, I had actually got to a safe ground above where Reiko still struggled.
I remember trying to hold out a branch to him or something, but it wasn't quite long enough and I'm not fully sure, but I think he fell.
It mustn't have been a bad fall because I would remember feeling scared for him but never did.
He was alive this morning alright, met him in the kitchen.
My dreams often include people I'd seen or spoken to over the past few days. Sometimes, though, they mean more.
For a good few times now I've seen myself planning a trip with Mari, my very good friend, but it never works out. We start the trip alright, but something always comes and cuts it short.
It's probably my subconscience playing tricks on me, because I feel bad that she and I have never done anything like that together, although I would love to, and it just might be that we never get a chance for it either, because she's planning to increase her family by one next summer and I suppose this is gonna finish those chances for her.
I'm just pointlessly typing on and on, as if there was any point to it unless I find out if any of those things I dreamt about means anything. I'll go and find a dream dictionary or something now.