I had a dream last night that I was jumping off of a train tressel into a river.
At first, it seemed that I was just jumping off a platform or something, but when I came up out of river, I found a new way to climb up. A few others had gone this way before because I could see the moisture on the cross ties. This wasn’t so high at the beginning (where I was jumping at first). But, this new way didnt seem to end.
I was carrying a shovel and a pick and had to maneuver them with each attempt at going higher. I had to make sure that they didnt fall on anyone below. I was certainly on a path that went high – higher than I had ever been before. It was frightening. Sometimes, you could see the people below getting smaller and smaller. Other times, you had to maneuver around tight cracks and try not to slip off the wet cross ties. But, I kept going higher.
All of a sudden, I saw myself at the top. There was no end and no beginning – just the top. There were just a few feet of train tracks at the top of a big tressel-like structure. I could see the little dots way below in the water. They were the people.
I considered jumping but figured that it might kill me or someone else. Somehow, I made it all the way up. The view was spectacular. I saw the ends of the earth.