Pikes Peak is a volcano somewhere in dreamland. Since I live at its foot in waking life, it's proximity doesn't change with the transition to dreams. Even though it never erupted or rumbled or spewed any ash, Pikes Peak bore great menace. Outside the sky was overcast, clouds heavy with ash while there was a thick and cool fog resting in the valleys.

Somewhere in the back of my head I had the realization that an eruption was imminent. raddidge doesn't want to leave, she says that I'm crazy and if Pikes Peak was going to erupt then that's just nature and there's no way to control the situation. Most of my time is spent preparing bug-out bags. One thing kept running through my head, when Pikes Peak does erupt the electromagnetic pulse would wipe out my debit and ATM card leaving me a pauper and making the trek eastward on my bike much more difficult. I never got around to cashing out my account. raddidge remained adamant about my hysterics and overreacting to the menace of Pikes Peak. She even started unpacking her bug out bag each time I tried to repack it.

The rest of the dream is spent running through the streets, seeking cover like Chicken Little, and getting lost in the fog.