Recently I had a dream that I was floating on a cloud flying over masses of land and water. Looking over the side of the cloud I saw little tiny people running around on the ground and ships on the water. The people on the ground and on the water were calling to me. However, I couldn’t hear or understand what they were saying. I remember in the dream, I kept fighting to hear them better.

The next scene I was on the ground, around me mountains rose high on either side. Each way I turned the sides were steeper then the last. There seemed to be no way out. Nearby there was a stream, but the stream seemed to be flowing up the side of the mountain, not down. At that moment I wished someone was there with me, so I wouldn’t be alone.

Fighting to regain consciousness, I struggled unable to. The dream seemed so real, almost as if I could touch it if I reached out. The more I fought for consciousness the deeper into the dream I seemed to fall. Shouting out for help was hopeless, because all I heard when I did so was the echo of my voice echoing off the sides of the mountains. At the point of myself giving up I finally awoke.