Normally I don't remember all that much about my dreams. I might vaguely recall part of it that is totally confusing, or just a feeling.
This morning I remember the whole thing, and it was strange. Not bad, just...odd, for lack of a better word. It was peaceful and relaxing overall.
I was mountain climbing with the three other people -- none of whom I actually know. This is odd for starters because, while I have gone hiking in the mountains, I have never strapped on gear and decided to literally climb a mountain. And we were climbing in just regular t-shirts, shorts and sneakers.
I was with 3 other people, but they weren't people that I know. There was one guy who was like my partner/friend/buddy-to-make-sure-I-didn't-kill-myself. I don't know where he came from, as he isn't even anyone I recognize in passing, like having seen him at work or on television or anything. Then there was a woman with short, curly blonde hair and glasses -- like groovy glasses. I remember thinking she looked like a picture from an old yearbook. There was another guy as well, but he didn't even have a face, that I can recall. He was just like " random place holder guy", but he seemed to know the most about what we were doing. Well, all of them knew more about mountain climbing than I did.
We got to the top without any problems, and sat around checking out the view for a while. It was just bare rocks on the top -- no trees or snow or anything. A few wild flowers were growing between the cracks in the rocks. We could look down over a mountain range at the trees below. It was sunny and warm.
Magically, a picnic appeared and we had lunch. I mean full-on picnic with a blanket, basket full of food, dishes, etc. None of us had backpacks, or had carried anything up other than ourselves and we each had a bottle of water. No one else was up there with us. It just appeared, and we were all like, "Oh yeah! It's time to eat lunch now!" and just started eating and chatting like it was perfectly normal for a fancy picnic to appear out of nowhere.
After that we just hung out on top of the mountains for a while. The picnic magically disappeared, and we were all comfy just lying on the warm stones, feeling the gentle wind blowing over us, watching birds fly overhead. We stayed up there lounging and hanging around until someone realized it was going to be sunset soon, and we should head back down.
We were repelling down, which was trickier than climbing up -- and that's when I woke up.
My phone woke me up, and I have no idea how the dream ended.
Now, I've tried looking up dream interpretation websites. They all seem to agree that mountains represent obstacles, and climbing it is overcoming it. Climbing down seems to mean giving up, or depression. None of those seem to fit with the happy feeling of the dream.
None of them say anything about climbing a mountain and having a magically-appearing picnic with three people you don't know.
So that was weird. But I did wake up in a really good mood, feeling very optimistic today.