On a Snowy night in the San Juan Mountains just south of Ouray Colorado, I find myself in the passenger seat of a truck roaming along the trail trying to find a way down the mountain back to the city below. As we start to fear for our lives lightning lit up the sky and you could see the snow start to fall heavier. We now realize we could be trapped up in the mountains all night long. As we take a turn at a fork we realize we made a mistake and can not find a nearby place to try and turn around.. The snow starts to fall even more heavily but the driver insists we go on and that everything will be all right. I never took my eyes off of the trail in front of us and am completely ignoring the fact that we are now on the most dangerous trail in the San Juan Mountains. As we come to a switchback up ahead in the trail we can tell that most of it is covered in snow and it would be extremely dangerous to try to go around the switchback and continue along the trail. After a short talk about how to maneuver around the switch back the driver seems to be confident and decides to go over it, after a four point turn he makes the turn and guns the engine so we will not get stuck in the snow. When the driver guns the engine the back tires slide and the brakes lock up, as screams come from the back seat the doors open and everyone escapes out of the truck before they tumble to their death five thousand feet below. My seatbelt locks up and I cant get out, the truck flips over and crushes the top in, I am the only one left in the truck and am struggling to get my seatbelt off. As the truck crashes down the side of the mountain I feel a sharp pain in my neck and then I wake up from one of the worst dreams I have ever had. When I wake up I can still feel the pain in my neck and it still feels like I am stuck in the middle of the dream.
             Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychiatry, believes that your dreams are just interpretations of your real life experienc...