I had a recent dream about going up some rocky mountain. Some people I knew chose the easy path, but I chose to go up the rocky, pebbly stairs. I slipped a few times but I finally got to the top, where I was greeted by a bunch of loud people celebrating the history of the world. Then we all went a few stories down and people were chosen to speak about certain aspects of the world's history. I was chosen to represent and speak about the history of literature.