Putting into words the dream that I had Saturday morning is probably more challenging than I care for… So instead, I’ll just write the gist of it. It involved me in the mountains, near a ski lift that seems to pop up in my dreams occasionally. The first pass over the mountain was in the summertime and I was in a hot air balloon or something similar. As we crested over the summit of one of the mountains (this one had the ski lift on it), I saw a mountain fire, in the distance. I could definitely make out trees that were being engulfed by the fire.

All of a sudden, I was there in the winter time. This time, I was attempting to get a car up the mountain w/ some people. I don’t really recall a lot of this portion of the dream, but I do know that the car, we were trying to get up the mountain, was being pulled by a wagon or something similar…