My car is parked up on a street, and I am a hundred feet or so below it, by the riverside. The river runs perpendicular to the road on which my car is parked, as if the road would have a bridge on it. To get back to my car, I have to climb up this steep hill and near the top there is one place where the trail is dug out of the ground, and it is especially steep, like a small cliff of dirt, just higher than my head.

I can't get up it because I am carrying something, perhaps a small child or a dog, so one of my hands is full. I try to work it out, but I just can't figure out how to do it with one hand, and I can't put down whatever I am carrying.

Then it becomes a parallel reality - it doesn't happen afterward, I have the sensation that it is the exact same time, just played again, but this time there is someone there with me, at the top of the cliff, who offers me a hand and pulls me up.