I was in an airplane flying north through what appeared to be Colorado. I could see a beautiful mountain outside the aircraft window to the west. It had a sharp peak and at least three massive rocks protruding near its summit. I stared and marveled at its beauty. All the other windows on the plane were dark. The pilot was having difficulty controlling the plane, and we were in a rapid descent flying through what appeared to be a dark trough in the earth. The aircraft could not escape, and we would crash at a sudden rise in the trough.

After a swift maneuver by the pilot, he cleared the hill and continued the descent within the trough. As the plane came over the rise, the pilot's right foot kicked lose a boulder that had been lodged near the top. The boulder was spinning down the trough underneath the aircraft. We had gained a slight altitude but were still on a rapid descent. The pilot’s foot was bleeding badly from having kicked the boulder. I knew that we had barely cleared this hurdle and that difficulties still lay ahead. The dream ended.