I haven't had a lot of color in my dreams lately--that's bad because when I start having brown and gray dreams, that means the depression is creeping up on me.

In the mountain dream, I was walking along a paved concrete path with a ton of switchbacks that was cut into a hill and looked out towards these gray mountains (it was cloudy in my dream, for the record). The concrete was white and the path looked more like a kind of modern pathway a museum might put in a garden or something. There were white river rocks (big ones) in the wall of the hill, stacked flat on each other. So it was like I was walking in a kind of...trench? Cut into this hillside, with a low wall and (white) railing on the right, and a higher wall with white stones on the left. And, yes, the entire trench was set with concrete. Like I said: it reminded me of a museum or a zoo somehow.

That whole dream involved a lot of rocks and stones and concrete and dirt, actually. Like when I had to get out of this gravel road for a couple of cars (which were red and blue) by climbing up on these mounds of dirt by the side of the road. And behind me was a scrubby roadside forest and on the other side of the road were little stands of trees in front of a ditch in front of farm fields--and it was late fall, so everything was dead. No leaves on the trees except dead oak leaves and all the bark was gray on gray...