Time for Summer Dreams
I had my first skiing related dream of the summer, or should I say nightmare.
I was at some place that resembled Stratton/Mt. Tremblanet crossed with Bellayre because the base village was at mid mountain. For some reason we got there at 10am and were waiting for the lifts to open when we realized they were all already open. No one had gear so we went back to the village to get it and we went to the lifts and I forgot my skis so my friends went up and I went back. I got back with my skis and the bindings on the ski that I tore me ACL on weren't set right because I tried to adjust it after I got hurt so I could still ski. The dream ended with me waiting on a huge line to get the binding readjusted. I never got to ski.
But on the plus side there was quite the covering of snow. Odd dream indeed.
My heart bleeds for winter.