I'm in a strange place, like I'm working in a foreign country. I have a break for just an hour or so, and I'm eating out on a terrace. Before me is a small lake, and in the middle of it, an island of dark, multifaceted rock. I start climbing it, like I can't help myself.

I get to the top, though it's a challenging climb, and now I have to climb back down. Downclimbing is difficult! It's steep and dangerous, even a little slippery, and I'm frightened at what I've got myself into, looking down at a potentially deadly fall.

Later I'm in a locker room, doing some rock climbing moves on the lockers, using a two-directional hook for a hand hold. I have to reach far to the right for the next hold, and I miss it several times, before discovering just the right swing that gets me to the next hold.