The dream (or what I remember of it) is one scene. I’m high up a mountain, just at the snow line, crouching on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. I can see across to the even greater mountain range beyond.
The clouds part, and the highest peak is visible for a few scant seconds. In those few seconds, I and those with me see something above the peak. They immediately discount it as the reflection of sunlight off thin and icy clouds.
But I recognize it for what it is.
After the ancient library sunk to the bottom of the lake in the cavern (in a different dream), I saw an image of it briefly above a mountain peak.
I’m seeing it again.
The ancient library is not lost to me. I just have to find a different way of getting there.
The moment ends with the clouds covering the peak once more, and the others griping that they came all this way for nothing.
Not all that is valuable is tangible.