I dreamed I was driving through Southern California. I approached a mountainous region. As I got to the top, I looked down and saw what had to be the most beautiful sight in the world. It was mountain after mountain, tall, gorgeous, massive, overwhelming. Then I looked down at my road. It was steep and narrow. I sat there staring, feeling like to start moving would also risk my life, one wrong turn would send me sprawling into the canyons. Still the sight was so beautiful and desirable that I wanted to go anyway. I woke up before I made a decision, but in my heart I knew that the beauty was greater than the threat.