The Artist in the Mountains (theme like father christmas)

I am out on a walk with the family and a load of their church friends.

We set off from the church hall where we have been in ceremonies. We
are heading to this particular place, this destination which is a
sacred pilgrimage place, the magic valley.
We set off and we get stuck because of the weather.

I find a new route and I request that we go this different way. I
suggest we climb up over this mountainous area and take a short cut to
the magic valley.
We begin climbing over the rocky ground, and the slope gradually
increases, until we are scrambling up a steep rockface, having to use
our hands to pull us up and over the surface.

We get to this one very steep rock face. It is almost vertical, and it
is dotted with holes. Someone ahead of me warns me of the snakes. He
says that they jump out of the holes in the rock.

As I traverse over this difficult terrain these snakes start jumping
out like tentacles and trying to bite me and wrap round my limbs
trapping me onto the rock.

I discover that if you climb quickly the snakes can't get you as
easily. What happens as I do this however is that I gradually loose
more and more items of clothing, each one getting caught on the sharp
rocks as I climb.

I worry that the people following me will give up at the snakes
because its too difficult. I can see the edge of this sharp rock face
where the snakes live come to an end just a short way up. I motivate
people by saying the ordeal with the snakes will soon be over.

Just as I loose the last of the clothes I am wearing to a snag in the
rock, I climb over the ridge, completely naked, and a whole new
landscape emerges.  The type of rock changes entirely, its red and
rounded, and it flattens out a little bit, not as much as expected but
easier than the snake cliff rock which was sharp and jagged and steep.
It looks like a stone graveyard up here. No plants, just rocks and
boulders in all directions.

There is a desolate feel up here. And also quite mystical.

As we walk through this landscape we come across a strange abandoned
stone building. When we enter it we see all these strange works of
art, grotesque shapes and forms made out of bones and boulders and old
bits of litter. I meet this man who has been up here making these
things. He has been here for years and it has been his secret art
space.

It feels a bit haunted. Some of the art works come to like and theses
strange deformed figures start walking around in the desolate silence.
Our group of walkers watch with caution as these sculpted creatures
come to life.
Soon there are dozens of sculpture creatures walking around and they
are getting on with making things in the different workshops.

I am told by the main artist that one of the spirit people (that's
what he calls his sculpture people ) has something to show me. I meet
him as he warns me not to disturb the spirit people. He describes the
room I have to go to. It is off to the left and it is a little
workshop room. I must not go into any other room otherwise the spirit
people may harm me. But in this room he tells me, there will be
objects that will help me.

I go straight to the room without deviation, and when I get there it
is full of gardening tools, freshly made by the spirit people, and
very neatly lined up and arranged in order. I am to have some of these
tools to help me with my projects.

(Marmite and toast - deciding what I want on my toast...)