I had a long detailed dream about ice climbing last night. A lengthy, cool mixed route had formed in the suburbs of Boston (where in reality there are no cliffs). Some houses were perched on top of the cliff. To get full access I befriended the homeowner and we became fast friends. Even their kids and dogs loved me. Time was very compressed as it is in dreams. Somehow I ended up at some whacky family reunion for these people I didnt even know, or care about. We were making pies/cookies and sharing old stories of our shared youth, which I was making up because I didn,t know these people. I never told them I just wanted to ingratiate myself so I could trespass. Then we were all off on a roadtrip in a minivan with the whole friggin family. We pulled off the road for some gas in the middle of nowhere, it was snowing. Me and the kids and the dogs and the inlaws all poured out of the Caravan like a bunch of circus midgets. As I stood alone in the snowy parking lot watching the kids run for the bathroom, I considered sneaking off at that very moment and hitailing it back to suburbia to swing some tools. Immediately I was transported there and was gearing up at the base of the route. Swing/thwack ¦kick ¦kick ¦swing/thwack. I stagger my tools with determination in my dreams. I climbed the route in good style (hey it,s a dream). It was so real and involved...I couldnt wake up. Finally awoke and had to run to work late. I wish I could dream about sex with such intimate detail.