weird dream

Strange dream, only some of which I remember.

I was following a cheerful cluster of people, one of whom may have been Gandalf, plus some other unrecognizable young folks. We were all on a wide, concrete or stone path—more of a sprawling boulevard than a narrow road. 

The entire group had pulled ahead of me, but I could still hear people talking and laughing as they walked. There was a huge, modern structure up ahead that looked like the impossibly high, rounded mouth of a gargantuan tunnel. 

The top of the "tunnel" was foggy and vague; the day itself was a strange mix of bright and foggy; maybe we were walking toward a bridge or something. The group reached the tunnel, which proved to be awesomely huge, and I saw everyone swing gently to the left as they talked and laughed, apparently heading toward one of the tunnel's walls. Maybe our destination was up somewhere in the wall itself...? 

The tunnel was gently curved in shape, and the group ahead of me started up the angled slope, up the wall. At first, the angle seemed manageable to me as I, too, started up the slope, still significantly behind the group. The group kept moving relentlessly upward; the wall curved toward vertical, and the people finally disappeared in the fog. 

Not knowing what else to do, I continued up the curve of the tunnel's wall as it got steeper and steeper. I had to start using my hands. My path had been diagonally forward and upward at first, but in following the group's trajectory, I had begun to ascend the curved wall in a more directly vertical way—straight up. But there was no destination to reach, and I no longer heard the sounds of the group ahead. It was just me and a nearly vertical wall, and I was beginning to wonder what I was doing so far up, and whether I would slip and fall.

Things got so bad, so vertical, that I eventually couldn't move forward any more, and I was stuck as a mocking breeze blew by me. I was convinced that the next shift in my position would send me falling back to the tunnel's bottom, now unfathomably far below. I knew I could be seriously injured or even killed. I clung there, muscles locked, unsure of what to do as the wind kept blowing around me. Then I woke up.

Damn, that was a weird dream.