Journal 3-17-11

I once dreamed about falling off of a cliff. I was riding on my bike with a few friends during the Summer in Montana. In Montana there is a "M" on top of the mountain and a zig-zag trail leading up to it. My friends and I decided to climb up to it. It took us about an hour to get to the top, but once we got to the top we looked on the other side of the mountain and it was a drop-off. All you could see was the ground at the bottom. So we were joking around about what would happen if we fell off. After that me and my friend got in a little argument and she pushed me off the side of the mountain. Soon after that I jumped up in bed and realized it was a dream.