Sleepless Mountain (5)

However, I had a strange dream. I dreamt of a very majestic and steep mountain. The azure mountain body was covered with a little bit of white snow. Then I saw a white stag. Although it was called a stag, its size was abnormally huge. About the size of a North American grizzly bear? No, maybe even a bit bigger. The stag's large antlers shimmered with a golden light. I've seen that kind of golden light several times. The most recent time was on Kangchenjunga. It's the unique golden light that appears when the first rays of light illuminate the mountaintop at dawn. The entire snow-capped peak shines with the sunrise. As I was staring blankly, I realized the white stag was gazing at me with a majestic and proud expression. I felt guilty for a moment and avoided eye contact. Perhaps it was just my imagination. It felt like the white stag showed a contemptuous sneer. Then it turned its head and slowly left. At that moment, I noticed a silver-gray wolf behind the white stag. It was glaring at me with a furious expression. When the wolf glared at me, my whole body stiffened and I broke out in a cold sweat. My limbs were completely immobile. The wolf let out an indescribable roar. It was nothing like any wolf howl anyone has ever heard. If anything, it sounded like the deafening noise of a train, a truck, or a passing airplane. I thought to myself, 'This is bad.' Suddenly, I woke up from the dream. Without wearing anything, I grabbed Mita and rushed out of the tent. Mita was still groggy, mumbling, "What the hell are you doing, you bastard?" But she quickly came to her senses. Experienced climbers fear hearing such sounds. Especially when heard in their sleep.