What's in a Dream continued...

OK, this is a weird one. I remember walking through a neighbourhood trying to get to another town. Between this town and the next town there was a river that had to be crossed. I remember being with another person and both of us not knowing exactly how to get through this one town to a point along the river where we could cross. At one point in my travels I was leading the way along a snow covered walkway that was badly overgrown with bushes and branches and I recall the snow falling from them onto me as I walk through the tangles. A weird snowplow went by. More like a farm combine than a snow plow, churning up the snow instead of piling it to one side. Two taxis pulled up and the other person I was with decided to take the easy way and get into the taxi. There was not enough room for me so I continued on foot. I started crossing through backyards in a line that lead directly towards the river. When I finally got to the river I could not cross and was on a very rocky hill. The river was raging over large boulders. A truck pulled up to the base of a hill and a man got out and started waling towards me. I was talking to him but he was not responding, his eyes remained fixed on me. I was backing up the rocky hill, feeling overwhelmed with fear that this man wanted to do me harm. I was thinking about jumping into the river to escape him but knowing I probably wouldn’t survive anyway. As he began reaching for me I looked towards the river and woke up.