I think it's the first time I dream of a mountain. At the side of the road. A slab of stone of sublime proportions with all the promise of the earthy smells, cut in half for a car's passing.
I was in a car. My car was the only one that could be spotted for miles.
A more detailed look revealed that it was not just the one mountain, but a mountain range.

And I waited, impatiently at the bottom, wondering whether to venture forward between such looming giants.

I had never felt this anxiety around mountains before.
No, only underwater.