Dreamt that me and my brother flew into Alaska to meet my parents and to also meet up with D who lived with her parents in Alaska and mined salt. The plane landed like a roller coaster in the clouds and Alaska was in the clouds. We got out and I tasted salt with D. I think we wandered around but the whole time we were in what felt like a huge cave because it was dark and kind of humid – but we were in a cloud. Eventually, I left Alaska and then tried to return and woke up in a taxi with a family I didn’t know and was very confused. We were in Mexico. The family laughed at me that I had ended up there. This was their destination but didn’t care that I didn’t have my belongings or cash or medicine or a way to get back. I complained to them and they laughed at me. The dream ended with me being stressed about how to get back to cloud Alaska. I was stressed and alone in Mexico. There was more: I watched the process of salt being made. It was made in some sort of vat of fire. Fire and water.