Dream.
Climbed a mountain, on the peak was a huge boulder, as I stood on top of it, it was cracked and about to dislodge. On my way down, dead snakes everywhere, the ground so muddy and liquified I could sink, I couldn’t pass. Came across a village, a lady warned me the path ahead suddenly became a swamp, I went to find it all true, made my way out somehow via discarded boxes. Finally made it to a town, found myself in a glass house playing the piano, the house was on top of a hill, and it was mine. As soon as I started playing, the ground moves, an earthquake, gently swaying everything to and fro, I calmly made my way out. Woke up.
Immediately after waking up, my initial thought was that the dream was telling me something. That rarely happens. Don’t know what exactly but I think the lack of solid ground is key here. Perhaps something to do with foundation, stability, ground, and me losing them. I may be losing them.