Interpreting Dreams

Had a strange dream. Gone on a trek with several known faces and it seems that on the last day, everyone was in a old house and waiting for some transport in the evening. I got out and looked up to this huge, icy mountain that loomed large over us but one that we did not climb. We were having discussions of how some mountaineers had climbed it. I started walking towards it and suddenly out of nowhere, there was a mini rail track and small carriages, like seats for maximum two people were whizzing past. 

Following it, I came upon a station and climbed onto a carriage and it took me on a crazy ride up the hills. It went on and on and I could see the world below and the icy beauty above. It was a damn good roller coaster and I could see people getting on in stations along the way. It was free by the way.         

It was following a zig zag pattern and after being awe-struck and happy, I came upon this fairy town that had some sort of a medieval university and the track ended. I was still at the base of the actual climb to the top but was well inside the valley of that giant mountain. 

Then, after walking, I came to another station which said that the charge till the higher station is 1455 plus tax for single and 2300 plus tax for two. I checked the time and it was getting late and I thought people would be looking for me. 

So, reluctant but still happy as the downward journey was equally thrilling, I reached our hut. There, I saw a fellow trekker who was someone I knew from my real life and both of us again went for that ride. That other person went madder than me but we had to come down as it was late and then perhaps, I saw the mountain from the bus as it loomed large over us and seemed to glow. Then my sleep broke.