I was on some sort of intra-USA
quest, while simultaneously
evading the authorities. I had a
travelling companion, another male, and he kept encouraging me to go farther, do more, stretch myself.
The harrowing end-part of the dream was me hanging from a high ledge of the unused balcony of
the oldest continually operating bowling alley in
Pennsylvania.
Finally, daylight came.
Mind, this came the very night I posted
my very first writeup.
Fascinating.