Journey to Alaska

Date: 11/25/2019

I was watching a baseball game. Someone hit the ball far into the outfield and this man of massive stature was walking to home base. He suddenly realized that he probably needed to run so he started, and he was a lot faster than you would expect such a big heavy guy to be. He made it to home base but his momentum was so strong that he couldn’t stop and he continued all the way to the stands and actually tumbled over the wall and into the stands, landing on a large cluster of people. I could see here that he was just huge, because he covered like 10 people. All the people further back in the stands pushed him forward until he finally lifted up and back over. I looked in the space beneath him to see if there were any injured people, and I overheard a news report. It said that a young girl died who had been underneath him. It was a very tragic story, I saw a home video of a girl and she had just learned the meaning of some very negative word like “terrorist”, because of this she told her mom in the video that she hated her. They interviewed the mom and she said that was the last thing her daughter said to her before she died. She was clearly totally devastated by this and she was crying. Next I was riding in a car that would drive faster if you pedaled it like a bike. An anonymous girl was in a similar car driving next to me. We kept driving further and further out. I was attempting to use phone navigation but it was being stupid like the typical dream technology. We were driving to some distant place, and kept crossing bridges. The first bridge was a regular bridge that I was familiar with and we crossed no problem. At the second bridge it looked narrow and steep, we were far out from anywhere familiar to me and I was a little intimidated but I crossed anyway. At the third bridge I realized we were at the border of Alaska, the bridge sloped steeply down and was covered in ice. I was worried at this point because I was no longer in a car, we were on foot next to bicycles. I wasn’t dressed for cold weather and the ice on the bridge looked super slippery, and I said this to the girl. But she was pretty fearless and crossed the bridge. So I decided to cross, and I didn’t slip on the ice. I knew that the next phase of this journey was that we would have to actually board a boat and cross the water.