How in the world did that dream get started again, as real and scary as it had been in his childhood? What resurrected Gamba? Booze or exhaustion? There must be another explanation.
He'd screamed, "Gamba!" Suddenly awake, he was unsure whether he' d screamed out loud or not. He seemed to forget he was in a sleeping bag, but instead he thought he was in a dark coffin tightly bound and shrouded. Perhaps that was part of the dream; he remembered seeing Gamba, but not how he got tied up so tightly. Perhaps one day he would be buried alive, perhaps Gamba would bury him.
Asim dropped off into a light sleep, awoke, and once again was confused about where he was. It was pitch dark. He grasped the fact that he was in a tent. Dripping with sweat, he unzipped the sleeping bag, pulled himself out on his elbows and sat up for a while. He unzipped the tent quietly so as not to wake up Turgay, and escaped the stifling heat inside. That must be the reason for the weird dreams and feeling of suffocation. The heat. It was true they spent a lot of energy, but he wasn't a young man anymore, and he knew he pushed himself too hard. He shouldn't try to keep up with the others. He inhaled deeply of the fresh night air. It was a calm, lazy, irresponsible summer night. He found the water container and drank his fill.
Was the dream an omen? Would the adventure he spent his whole life planning, so many years postponed, be called off altogether?