I had a dream last night that I was on an airplane going to Colorado. It was flying over mountains and then dipping on the other side of them before pulling up to barely make it over the next mountain. There were also huge pine trees, some of them almost as big as the mountains. The ride was making me sick.

I don’t know how we landed, but I got a look at those who were with me. It seemed like some sort of youth group trip and I was one of the chaperones. We started hiking over the snow covered mountains. After a while, we built a fire and cooked some hamburgers. When everyone was done eating, there were still hamburgers left so I picked them up and carried them with me. In my mind, this was an important thing to do because it showed forethought for survival. I ate the hamburgers as we walked and I remember giving one to Molly when she got hungry.

When it got dark, we arrived at a cabin. Apparently, we expected it to be there for us because we walked right in and started settling down for the night. My mom called my cell phone and asked me what I was up to. I told her that I was hiking in Colorado. She was upset by this because I didn’t tell her I was going and she thought I should have gone to visit her instead. After I hung up, someone told us that a heavy storm was coming and we might not be able to leave for days.

Suddenly, my mom was there as if she had been with us the whole time. There was an outpost three quarters of a mile away from our cabin and she volunteered to go pick up supplies before we got snowed in. It was already starting to snow and I said that I would go with her.

We bundled up and headed out right before I woke up.