ice.

After many nights of having the same dream over and over and over again, last night I finally had a new one. 
I was standing on ice. I looked around and could not see anything else for miles except for ice.
The sky was that annoying white-gray that I hate so much. 
The ice cracked and I lost my balance. 
It cracked again and I fell to the other side. 

It cracked a third time and a whole opened up in the ice.
I clung on to the side with everything I had. 

That was it. 

I don't remember anything else.