Last night I had a dream I was running from Virginia to Salt Lake City. (Except, Virginia had a "west coast" because it was located in the same spot as California). I did this run in the snow. In full pioneer regalia. Carrying a small child that may have been my 3 year old nephew (who currently lives in Virginia).
In the dream, I actually made it to Salt Lake City. I was super proud of myself, and I kept thinking: wow! I did it!