I dreamt that I was climbing through deep crevices and caves in the Alps. I was not alone, but I do not remember who was climbing with me. I was familiar with the path, though. There were quite a few summer dwellings on it. Protected by a heavy wooden door, each of them had a few pieces of furniture only. I remember walking through several such dwellings, where no-one lived at the time. Once I came across a middle-aged couple inhabiting one of them. I asked them whether they spoke English, but they replied that they spoke only German and Italian. We talked in Italian for a while, and I learned that all the crevices were on the move all the time. They had to change the front door on their dwelling every few years. When they would return for the summer, they would find it crushed by the rocks. The same was true of the furniture, and especially the beds. The Alps kept shifting all the time. This is all I remember from my dream. It was already morning when I woke up, and I spent a while revisiting the crevices and caves through which I had climbed. My eyes closed, I could see everything very clearly. The feel of the rock delighted me. The semi-darkness of that craggy world was very to my liking.