What's up with Ancient Stairways?

I was hiking along a trail and came upon a stairway carved out of the side of a mountain. The stairway was twenty-five feet wide and twenty feet deep. It went straight up to the top at a forty-five-degree angle. I was climbing with two other people and there was a stone arch every twenty-feet all the way to the top

There was some kind of religious significance that if someone, who went in the middle of the stairway and through the arches was a devoted follower. If a person walked on the outer edges of the stairs they were not devoted. I went on the outside because I just wanted to get to the top of the mountain and didn’t know anything about this religion.

One of the people that I was with went up the middle because they were a devoted follower and the other person climbed on the opposite side next to the wall. Many people were walking up and down the stairway. When we got to the top, we were the only ones there but there was an interesting trail that led into the forest.

We followed the path and hadn’t gone very far, and a flying ship that didn’t make any noise flew over and shot a missile at Joe. The bomb exploded fifty feet to his right. If it was meant to hurt or kill it would have been aimed closer, but it sure got his attention.

The ship landed next to him and men got out carrying weapons and they walked up to Joe. “Why did you walk up the side of the stairway?”

“That was where I always walk.”

“From now on you will walk up the middle because you have become a follower of the man in the mountain.”

One of the men walked up to me, grabbed my arm and said, “This needs to be cut out.”

“What needs to be cut out?” I asked.

He said, “This. It’s cancer,” as he pulled my shirt sleeve up. There was a red spot on my forearm that was about the size of a quarter and it was swollen up. I had never seen this red spot before and then the man pulled out a scalpel and started to cut it out. I was surprised that it didn’t hurt. When it was all cut out, he said, “There, the cancer is gone.”

He then got back in the ship and flew away. That was strange. I looked at my arm, it was completely healed.

As we turned to make our way back to the stairway, it started to snow and it was up to our knees within five minutes. When we got to the stairway, we couldn’t see the steps. Joe said, “We’re going to have to ski down the mountain.”

There were skis at the top of the stairway and we all put them on and started down. The stairway was no longer straight but it curved back and forth, and there were deep ski tracks. I was bent so far forward on the skis that my face was about six inches from the snow. I was going very fast. It was scary because I had to ski through the stone arches and if I lost control, I was going to hit an arch or the solid rock wall on either side of the stairway. It felt like I was traveling at one hundred miles an hour as I raced down the side of the mountain. I didn’t see anyone else on the stairs so I just followed the tracks in the snow. Then I woke up, exhausted. It was only a dream.