We got there by an easy route (Who: me and dirty Johnny/JT), from the backside of somewhere like a school we both went to.  It was a shortcut through the high mountains.  I remember we could drive an hour to school or walk this pass.  They were smooth, bald mountains; high plains like nova scotia or Marin.  All of a sudden they were covered in snow and JT and I found refuge in a cabin on top of a cliff.  We had made a fire and were doing fine, talking and enjoying each other's company, but people kept insisting on trying to rescue us.  One couple got crane lifted onto our porch and so we were like, what they heck, and invited them in for cards and a meal.  I got off on the wrong foot by talking about how much I love meat to a couple of vegetarians.  I struggled to recover and looked for a deck of cards.  Rocky, my old dog, was there.  He was 21 years old and looked it, glassy cataracts in his eyes and hair falling off his bony frame.  He used to jump over his dog house when I was a kid!  He had to pee and I was explaining to him that he had to stay inside because he would fall off the deck.  Then all at once the house was in a neighborhood.  I walked outside and off the porch into the financial district of San Francisco.  I saw andrew and tony living like bert and ernie again.  In this dream I was also dealing with stuff, finding it amazing I owned so much and thinking of everything I'd do with the money when I sold all these dresses and mp3 players.  Andrew was like, "I can't afford any of thsoe things, you've got to help me out." I was reluctant, because I know he's making a substantial salary in real life.