I was with some friends in a small town high up in the Alps. When I left them, I decided to take a shortcut through the rocks. I am not sure where I was going, but I had already climbed that way and I knew the path. As I was climbing down, the path became ever more arduous. I was wearing a white shirt with long sleeves, a tie, a pair of fine gray pants, and black dress shoes, and I was thus ever more worried about the path. After a scrape through a hole in the rocks, I realized I was not properly dressed for the path I had chosen. Then I found myself looking down another hole. Tighter and longer, it was full of jagged spikes. I could see ice down there, too. Realizing I was in a tight spot, and very much aware of my inadequate clothing, I simply decided to wake up. Enough of this crap, I decided. And, presto, I was awake, feeling victorious. Just like that!