when the mountains fell

I’ll never forgot the day that i drove with my family through the mountains in my dreams, the same mountains i had driven through before in previous dreams, but this time they were different. I know them well. The road twists through them and leads down to a deep valley. There is a car park with a view point to the left. I know the detail of what lies beyond that viewpoint. I know the places behind the mountains. I know the direction to areas that were the backdrops to other dreams. I have, after all, visited this same world every night from the day i was born. But this time something wasn’t right. The car turned the corner and the mountains had a vast quarry in them. A workforce were down the side of the mountain carrying away tonnes of stone. The landscape was being destroyed. My parents within the dream got out of the car with me to watch. I was upset. Frustrated. Helpless. They asked if i was ok. I wasn’t. I stood questioning this horrible action. I was scared. I wasn’t aware of this happening. I looked up to the sky and asked what was going on. Why was this beautiful place being destroyed? The clouds silently rolled in response yet there was no answer i could decipher. Something was wrong. Something else was taking control of my world. Something else was taking control of me and i hadn’t a clue what it was.  I stood and sadly watched the destruction continue.