Dreamed of a field trip into something like the Alps. Cold sharp mountains. Snow everywhere. I went to classes but to go up you had to climb down a square case of hundreds of stairs. Every room was full of books. When it was time to go home I wandered into the whiteness and found a local I had seen before. His horse was rubbing against me like a cat and laid down to put her head where I could hold it. “You’re the only one she likes” he told me. “She’s got an 8 legged little one inside of her. The grey wolf must be out here somewhere.”