We were headed up a mountain. Many were walking. I saw a boy with a woman.
The boy was wounded. He had a cast on His left leg so he couldn’t walk up the mountain.
They were getting in the car. I saw my mom and pa. My mom looked concerned for the boy and so she sent my pa over there. He asked if He could drive them to the top of the mountain.
She declined even though she looked nervous herself. She started the car and had a hard time getting it going…it finally sputtered forward.
We all kept walking the narrow path to the top.
Then something nudged me to turn around and I say my mom weeping as the car halted and went in reverse off the side of the steep mountain.
I felt my heart sank as I woke up.