Trekking Through a Dreamscape

I dreamt I was at a big, beautiful bookstore in Seattle with my uncle and his family. I was sitting in a chair and noticed Christopher Hitchens was sitting in a chair across from me. He struck up a conversation with me, which my uncle joined. Soon, a small crowd dressed in winter clothing was sitting and conversing. I thought, "Wow, this is neat, look how these people just freely and openly engage in cordial debate." But I also noticed everyone was being underhandedly rude to Hitchens. Before long, Hichens had left and I decided to follow. I watched as Hitchens climbed a huge hill outside the store and disappeared.

My uncle and his family joined me just as a small avalanche came sliding down the hill. My uncle told me to brace myself and reassured me that these avalanches were a frequent but minor annoyance. He said the best way to meet them was to tumble along with the snow. But I was pigheaded and decided to stand firm. The avalanche pushed me back a few feet and buried my ankles, but I remained standing. I was proud and my uncle seemed impressed. However, a second avalanche sent me tumbling.

By now, everyone was getting a bit worried, especially for the safety of my young cousin. My Aunt got the bright idea to climb up a precarious hill untouched by snow. My uncle and I followed as we steadied my young cousin. We finally made it to the top and found a warmer, greener area. A man threw a Frisbee to an excited weimaraner dog, which interested me greatly. Then, with a burst of awareness, I awoke from the scene.

UPDATE: Kinda creepy...Seattle, literacy...bookstore, Seattle...