Coyote came to me--high on a cliff. I followed. Got on a boat and left the cliff. The ocean was cold. We came to an island which first looked like it was made of gold. On closer inspection, this gold was a reflection of the setting sun on ice & snow. The icy island was bright in the distance, in great contrast with the black ocean. We neared the island after the sun had set. There was a blizzard but I was not outwardly cold. I couldn't see much but there was a glow in the distance. I followed (alone now) and inside of a cave was a blazing flame. I saw someone but only barely. "Who are you?". "I am here" came the reply.

I didn't realize I had recurring dreams about snow (and snow that's not cold) until I typed all these out at the same time...strange. I used to have recurring tornado dreams and then Erik stole them from me :)